Dark waters

10/09 Suicide prevention day.

Sick, menial. 

There is no hesitation acts or marks

Because my actions would be final

Brain in my arms

Disgusting, disconnected

We are symbiotic

You will lead me to rocks and the river

Like a hopeless Virginia 

You underestimate how a mind can leak sickness into bones

Lost concentration, endless restlessness

Saturated my mind in migraines 

pull my guts and wind them senseless

All the while I'm losing patience

Words glance longingly as I watch them shatter on deaf ears

There is no comparison in curiosity, human emotion 

to the insistence that you cannot exist

All who suffer know that time is so limited

It's just a matter of how and when

Because it never leaves, just strengthens with pain

A need to enter the blackness

Wait for the grey skies to wilt and perk, everlasting?

On and on, it's absurd this nothing

The sooner I accept there is no cure, just control

Bleak and empty, Grief dressed in a human skin

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you would make anne sexton an sylvia plath proud with this confessional style piece...the back and forth of whether or not to do it...and why?

"suicides wait in the cupboard"

like alcoholism...never really is gone...it is a day to day struggle...

went through this years ago...understand where this poem comes from...