Suicide

A poem about suicide.

Stumble, crash against the sharp boulder, piercing my skin.

Teetering over the edge �" blinding falling down.

 

Spiraling down into the Pitt of darkness.

Heaving a sigh of relief and letting my soul fall.

 

No more eruptions �" just peace. Calm and simple.

No hesitations �" just closing my eyes and forgetting to breath.

 

Surging up to the surface, inhaling heavily.

Forcing the crisp air down my throat,

Travelling through the exhausted passages.

 

Gently resisting the urge to rise and take breath,

I mentally force myself down the easy route

Able to lay back and forget.

 

Voices swirling around, making this world emptier with their chilling rush of cool.

No strength to block them out, power all gone to peace of time.

No feeling, no prick of emotion. Nothing to realize regret.

 

Nothing is an empty, haunted place.

Destruction is wiped out, replaced with the lonely.

Time to realize myself.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Devanshu Rajput]

well done...a great poem capturing great emotins...i only would say that suicide is the only way taken by loosers...real man, a real personality don't opt way of loosers....excellently done,greatly designed...lovely piece...keep writing...

DEVANSHU RAJPUT

[E.Cooke]

thanks x