Black Sea

A poem about suicide.

Watching the world go by through your tear stained eyes. 

Trying to find reason in treason. Trying to find thrill in pills. 

Damned from the start with a decaying heart. 

You fought and lost the war in your mind. 

Forgotten in time. Weakened by the thoughts that bind.  

Lost and afraid. Cut by your blade. Burned by your grenade. 

Betrayed by the masquerade. Despair. Desperation. Demise. 

The melancholy madness. My once beautiful palace lies in ruin. 

My life is all but an illusion. Hateful thoughts and dreadful memories consume me.

 A black sea full of lies and regret. I must confess. Due to neglect. 

I cannot accept my fate. I took the bait. And now I lie in wait. 

While I hear the cries of the innocent. Infinite. 

The guilty run free in my black sea. Infinite.

 Malice melodies tainted my mind. I was blind and defined. The refined inclined. 

And now with a blade in hand. I wait. I’ve gone insane. I no longer reign. 

My arms are painted red. I was misled. I fall unto the bedspread. 

Painting the white canvas. Creating a masterpiece. 

Disturbing the peace in my black sea.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Bear]

I like dark poetry, the whole human condition is write worthy and to many people only see the light. You have an older style of presenting your work that was very popular in the 1950's and 60's that offers a powerful delivery. It is good to see it coming back in a younger mindset because at that time they were to one dimensional "make love not war" seem to be the only thing written about.