Its Dark

For Chelsea.

Its dark now
Oh, where, oh, where
Did the sun, the light go?

It used to be light, here
And airy,too
A daydream life of childhood memories and giggles

Painted in pastel colors
Of happiness
Now long since soured

The mechanism chitters
Click click, click click
Another round into the chamber
Click click, click click
The muzzle goes to my head

Its dark now
The colors are gone now
Long since they have fled

Oh, where, oh, where
Did the happiness go?
Nowhere to be found

A feeling of hopelessness
Worthlessness, too
A self loathing taken to extreme heights, dashed together with a hatred for life

The trigger twitches
Click click, click click
Footsteps on wet concrete
Bang bang, bang bang
Two rounds to the head

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Deeply disturbing in its ending. The bleakness is palpible in this as a life of happiness is siezed by despair.

The line: "A self loathing taken to extreme heights, dashed together with a hatred for life" tells the whole story in itself. Personally, I think one round would be enough. Good poem which captures the essence of agony and its results.