Suicide

Those scary eyes, Stare at me;

Those wicked looks, alarm my heart;

I'm being stoked , Stoked at every step I take;

He know's me; knows me more than any one;

I'm Scared ; Rather Frightened;

Am I fantasizing or is it he who's seducing me?

I see him; Dark as jet black with a heavy Scythe in his hand.

I'm holding a Blade, Blade that speaks Of the Dark;

I'm fainting, Blood's bleeding from my hand ; 

And he has finally taken me in his Arms

 I don't know were his chariot flies;

I just know,........ 

I'm taken away to the place of unknown!!

 

Author's Note

well i leave everything upon you my dear viewers.

Reviews

[Gee]

A good friends daughter committed suicide last year ( on her own daughters 11th birthday 07/12/) just before xmas. I speak often with her, mainly regarding her refusal to accept the fact that her daughter is dead, as believing this is far to painful for her to cope with. She has been diagnosed with a form of PTSD, attends counselling and group therapy, all which help as there are folk in a similar situation to her.
I'm not a big fan of poems on this subject because of this, though there is nothing at all wrong with your writing.

[Mary]

Sir, It's indeed great to have a review from you. Well there was a time when I felt like giving uu and then to finish off my agony I wrote it in the form of poetry which rather gave me relief.

[Mary]

And sir I'm very sorry to hear about your friends daughter. 😔

[Gee]

Thank you..

[LazerRays]

Wow. This strikes a nerve. We had a kid at our school commit suicide last year... I always laugh bitterly at how people only start to pay attention after they're gone. That's when they start listening. I guess it tales death for your words to mean something. And that's what's sad. Sigh. I'd be lying if I said I've never considered suicide myself- but it's poems like these that reminds us of the fate of others. And we need to learn to keep holding on. To keep fighting. To keep reaching until the finish line. We will perservere in times of darkness...
If you need to talk, I want you to know I'm Here for you. Don't ever think you're alone. :)

[Mary]

@Sarah_Allen_Poe.. It's indeed great to know that people are ready to hear you. This was long time back and now suicide is nothing in front of me. Thank you very much for your kind words. 🙂😀

[Rosewonders]

Deep I must ask who is He? This is a poem speaks of a will inside to say many things I saw that a few times in my life were the raven cries.

[Mary]

The "He" here is death actually... It is death that is prompting the young mind to commit suicide.

[Rosewonders]

Ohhh ok metaphorically speaking then. Never looked at death as being a male or female that's why had to ask.

[Mary]

Haha.. well that's an eye opener and I didnt even think about it. Death is universal but in this context I had to put it up in the male format...just for the sake of the context.. that's all.

[Rosewonders]

ok:) that works