Highlighter Horizon

The smile dropped as she fingered the knife hilt

the world laughing as she stared wondering why

‘Is this the meaning of it all’ she wondered deaf

to the cries of those so feebly moaning around her

Overcast sky, and malignant moon cursing every footstep

 

No sense in self harm anymore, they seem to heal

yet are remembered in the lines; some faded, some new

Its all just some big joke the world plays, exalting some

while others are left with the taste of blood and bile

“Little one don’t fret, it could be worse” He whispers

 

Longing to crush the sun, and spin in dances of moon

So many abuse the reality of suicide within our midst

calling it weak. But they curse what they don’t understand.

Life is the fragment remains being clinged to by stubborn

desire to fly into the sky, and to smell decadence- only to find all is rotting.

 

Never a weakness, it breaks the binds and enters the gray

Yes, it’s the finale to life, and causes pain, but if you cant

express empathy; how will you ever understand?  

The wish to die, not the same as suicide; set us free

Understand rather than condemn; its not too hard

 

To find only understanding in the blade; because others

Curse when one tries to break free; unspoken usually. Can’t you see?

The trees are rotting drowning in blood, as drought wears the mind

Nurture us. Love us. Cant you see; even the most suicidal wants to find

something better, rather than broken decrees made in vain

 

Protect rather than attack, no “Just slice and die” commands

It hurts. Beetles digging into scabs, causing wounds to fester

within circular domains stained red; highlighting fuzzed vision

Gone dark in mind; walking corpse made frozen. Can you unthaw?

Its Russian roulette in the brain; crashing waves of dismay.

 

Forgotten innocence in a time spent within hallow caverns

of dark intentions enacted by others insidious masks. Crawling

worms to ignite the pain; setting on fire the only thing left to burn.

Us. Those who walk a broken path; stained by pain, death, and misery.

Yet we are met with anger, hatred, and rejected for merely trying to express…

 

Upon your deaf ears. 

 

Reviews

[WinterPerish]

This didn't rhyme, but it's really good! I love the title too.

[Sanctuary Dementia]

Thank you, and lately Ive been writing like this I just hope that people will listen rather than as people usually do, turn a deaf ear to it all. Its time for words to be spoken and for listeners to hear.

[Spiral Panda]

I saw this in/on P.I.M (Facebook, hint.) It's good, says so much while so little of amount for a poem form. If you keep bringing out the guns like this to show the world, you're definitely putting people in their place and getting satisfaction.