Wit's End

A piece I wrote about how dark life can be sometimes.

Revelling in the innocent's pain,
their sorrow; my joy.
Tears intermingle with blood
as they slide across the edge of the razor blade.

You see, darkness, my angel, is not the absence of light,
but rather the presence of my brethren
holding court in the recesses of your soul.

Have I confused you again?
Sorry, but after all, it is my way.

No, I don't consider you stupid.
To be honest, I don't consider you at all,
I merely offer options on how to use the scars
covering your heart and soul.

There is nothing to fear from them,
for soon they will hurt you no more.

Look down. You see it, don't you?
The gun in your clenched hand.

Everything's simple now.
Just a little squeeze of the finger
and it's done.

What's that? Suicide? Tsk, such a dirty word.
They shoot horses don't they?
How is this different?

Am I the devil?
What kind of question is that?
Let's just say that I'm not red, and I don't have horns.
But let's not speak of this anymore.
There are things to be done and the time is right.

So let's finish this already.
If not, there's always tomorrow.....

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

Thank you for submitting your poem to the challenge!

There is nothing in this world worth taking your life. We are only given one chance and to squander it before our time is so tragic. Not to mention the pain it causes loved ones left behind.

There is help out there, one just has to look for it. Always people you can find that will lend a ear, or a helping hand.

Yes, one can get at "Wit's End"....and life certainly is not a 'bed of roses', but as my dear old Grandma used to say "There is always someone worse of than yourself".

Keep writing through the pain ( you mentioned writing is 'therapy' for you in your profile)

Take care,

Helena

[Sc Stackpole]

Thank you for your kind words but I think there is a misunderstanding here. First off, I think I misinterpreted your theme for this contest. I thought you meant darkness of a broader scale, not just the lack of light, which makes this entry out of place and for that I apologize. Once I realized this, I tried to see if there was a way to remove it from your contest, but being new to this site and the ins and outs of it, I was unable to find a way.

Secondly, and on a more personal note, while I do appreciate your concern for my well being, I am not suicidal in any way, shape, or form. It was merely an exercise in style, format, and theme. An experiment, and that is all. Sometimes you have to fall through darkness to understand the light, there could not be one without the other, but I digress.....

Thank you again for your kind thoughts. I must admit, I feel like a bit of a fool for submitting this piece. Oh well. Live and learn :)

If you happen to know how to remove it, and could let me know, that would be wonderful.

Once again, thank you and best of luck with the contest.

Sincerely, Sc Stackpole

[Helen Crutchett]

You are absolutely correct in your interpretation of the theme. There is nothing to worry about and even if I could move it, why should I? It's a wonderful take on the challenge and thank you so much for submitting this.

Regarding my review, I must admit seemed like I was referring to you, but i truly meant it in a 'general' sort of way.

Kind regards,

Helena :)