INCOMPLETE NOTES OF JACK NICKENHAM

Poem on Jack's Suicide.

I Laugh,

She Laughs with me,

Actually at me,

Suicide became my demise

Caught in her sweet snares.

Levitated in my room

Suspension

Her tongue wringed round my neck.

Now, asleep to life and wide awake to death.

------------------- My soul begs for mercy.

She opens her master’s gates for Lucifer waits.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Now, asleep to life and wide awake to death.

------------------- My soul begs for mercy."

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)...............

[Josh Wesey]

thank you so much.