Euthanasia

Euthanasia

A Poem by Blue Ivory


Euthanasia

I am an injured deer

Put me out of my misery

This cruel world

Need see me no more.

 

I am a broken soul

Frayed to my very core

Worn out, and looking

For a place to sleep.

 

This heavy heart

I can carry no longer

Longs to be buried

And rest in peace

 

My limbs are tired

They tremble and shake

As I walk, as I crawl

Down the road of fate

 

My thoughts run wild

They overflow

They flood my mind

My eyes, with tears and sorrow.

 

They raise questions

Of rooms never meant to be opened

Questions that, if escaped my lips,

Would have me lose my neck

 

So it’s better silence me for good

Before such damage be done

From seeking truth, I’ll run

Into the arms of death

The ultimate seal

 

In doubtful hands

This bottle rests

Waits to bring forth

Another icy chest

 

Souls of those who are weak

Of those who have failed the test

Failed the test of life

All wait here

Wandering for eternity

No sleep for those

Who could not be patient

 

 

But if I prayed

Prayed to end this life

If day and night

I was on my knees

Would it really be suicide?

 

Or if such a disease

Was to befall me

Where the pain be sharp and slow

Would it not be your duty

To free me of shrieks and squirms?

 

So in this note I beg

Assist me to my death

Release me from this horror

Preserve the skin I shed.


© 2012 Blue Ivory


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deep...dark...and disruptive. A poetic nightmare that many artist and writers can relate to I'm afraid. We all cling to our creative inspiration to feel alive...a lot of us are one-step away from depression and self-deprivation. Release can only be found in the ink we share...the artist paint...for some...it's found in the precious life blood that is often taken for granted..

Posted 12 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Euthanasia needs to be legal for the terminally ill. If I end up with stage 4 colon cancer or something equally evil I'm checking out.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This a morbid poem ( in a literary ) sense that impresses with clear, strong words !

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is a really sensitive subject for me, the angst and pain are palpable here, I get the wanting to rest when you think you have no recourse other than that...secrets are a destructive force. A dark, painful read Siren.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Blue Ivory

10 Years Ago

Thanks Frieda :)
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

My pleasure Siren, nice to see your luverly face back on the cafe :-)
Deep.... deep thought but darlness and misery are viened. Poem of such thinking is not easy I know. But you put your best words for say.
This part I like much

But if I prayed
Prayed to end this life
If day and night
I was on my knees
Would it really be
suicide?

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

In this crazy world it is easy to feel like this sometimes... very deep and intense writing... it was like a volcanic eruption of negative emotions.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Suicide is only painful to those loved ones living with that memory. A life so painful it can no longer be lived is horrible. A very deep, controversial subject which you've treated so well. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deep dark and powerful. Enjoyed the read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This just is wild. It's talking about something so dark but man ..in an eloquent way. The vision of the wounded deer stayed with me throughout and made me at the end compare it truly with our human despair.. I love it as a whole but the last line was so powerful to me.. I love it...x

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

For many a sensitive subject, yet I am glad you bring this to light. As It should be just not forgotten, Poignant, painful, but wonderfully said.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You know my dear, I have pushed around the thought of writing this poem. Its not meant to be morose or depressive, life is potent and to tolerate the weakness the lies others possess, and the pain is just exhausting sometimes. If it were not for my beloved and my babies I would welcome death, but that is only in the context of the redeemed nature of my soul. I completely empathize with this on so many levels. There are days where I would willfully go on to the more waiting behind the crossing of the bar. Most will think this is a depressive poem but its not, it has more reality to it that most can palate. This is a strong fantastic write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Blue Ivory

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