Suicide WatchA Poem by RikAnother poem taken from the same time of being 22 and not really understand my life and why I should go on livingTick tick tick, followed by no boom,
Only a blast of silence that slowly fills the room.
Words fill my head, but fail to escape,
As a tear drops my eye, my mouth's agape.
A dead-eyed stare beyond nothing but nothingness,
With a frown so sad and unwanted air in my chest.
Sadness surrounds, enclosed in it's cold,
Neither wanting to continue or wanting to fold.
Wanting to be taken, to be released from life,
Sat on my own barely holding the knife.
It could all be over in the flick of my wrist,
With only feeling loneliness, how could I be missed?
Contemplation in mind, what to do next,
If I wanted to do this, why haven't I yet?
Aiming for pleasant dreams as I swallow my last scotch,
Is it too late to tell the time on my suicide watch?
© 2008 RikAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 20, 2008 AuthorRikNewcastle Upon Tyne, United KingdomAboutI'm 27 years old, married and live in England. I've been writing poetry since I was 14 years old and have recently started writing a semi-fictional story about my life when I was 22 and going through.. more..Writing
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