A suicide note... of sortsA Poem by LUCIDMUSICJust a thoughtA SUICIDE NOTE .... OF SORTS
Life is loaded weapons Pushing in on my temple Waiting to take me back to my essence Threatened with a hair trigger If I don't learn from life's lessons And they make me the answers to your questions Like, is life a cancer or a blessing? Or is it a lonely walk with the chance of affection? Love whispers in my ear Take a stance for a connection God is like a noose wrapped around my neck Telling me to put the people in check Or it drops the floor and watches my body slowly sway As my legs kick it turns its back and throws my life away Friendship is the knife plunging into my heart The reason it's turning cold Reminding me to play my part The inception of my inspiration to the arts Yet it's where the pain starts My family is the razor blades to my wrists If I can't provide each one with a better way to live The smiles of which are my reasons to give The drive I feel inside when society puts a spear in my ribs Fame along with my brain is the chains I’m shackled to A burden all my own, the cross that I’m strapped to Not cause I want, but have to The nails in my palms and whips to my back Are the torture I last through A burden of my own doing in hind-sight Maybe from chasing the limelight The public? They're the ones throwing stones Judging the path I walk all on my own They try to break me down with heresy Watch my flesh rip raw to the bone And leave me to deal with the outcome all alone My expectations for myself? That's the fluid I'm drowning in Filling my lungs with ether Dark waters surrounding My dreams? They're the light of tomorrow Reminding me that maybe, It was all worth the sorrow But, if I can't get rid of this cargo Well... I guess I still have that same light of better days Another chance at life or a memory to take to grave. Truly yours, © 2011 LUCIDMUSICFeatured Review
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