![]() To Be Free (Open Up)A Poem by John Morris
To Be Free (Open Up)
I take a cold hard look at the
Bathroom Sink. My golden blood
Seeping out. Dripping gently from my wrist.
The weight of the paper in my hands,
I could not stray from answering the
Hundreds of life-changing questions.
Consuming. So small yet worth so much.
Pierce my heart with curves and smiles,
Tangle me up, swallow me whole.
Longing for her, too much. She was taken.
Lifting the weight of the crate
Pushing myself to earn the monetary goal;
Stress and workload for so little.
No wonder my wrists drip this day.
I wait for the brown envelope to come,
Staring endlessly, I needed to know.
The results to my life, all at once.
Snap. My mind then split. I understood.
The sharp blade in my hand.
Twisting and turning as I toyed with death.
My wrists opened up.
The sink filled with blood.
I fainted and died.
The brown envelope came,
My mum wept her eyes;
Nothing but those deadly A star marks.
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Added on May 12, 2009Last Updated on May 13, 2009 Previous Versions Author![]() John MorrisCambridgeshire, United KingdomAboutHello Everyone. I know it has been a long time since I last was online but now I am back and ready for it. I have a load of new work from the past year to put on the site once I have done final edi.. more..Writing
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