Poetry as a Means to Death

for a prompt

I woke on the morning of my birthday, hell bent, hair wet
My task was to end the game, cut the cord, pay the final check
And I would do it with words, your words, their words, sharp as a scalpel

I sat at my desk and inked black, hell sent, jaw set
The reds flowed and torturous yellows, sharp sword, slashing neck
I was doing it with grace, your face, their face, nice and simple

When the end finally neared, hells rent, good bet
My body so much pulp, say the word, no safety net
I was letting all go, your command, their command, smiles so awful

The last you will hear from me…immortal

Reviews

[kentuck14]

I say, let poetry be the death of those demons that haunt us . . . let poetry be the word against the darkness . . . the barricade against the onrush of those savage barbarians of despair and apathy, indifference . . . for it all matters!!! Let not evil be the winner . . . let not anxiety melt our souls. Stand against the night with all the strength of our true selves and put it down in defiance on the page . . . a boundary against the crouching enemy of hopelessness! Stand here my friend with the knowledge that you are worth the battle!!!
Tom

[Robert Trakofler]

Don’t go crawling Crowley! When the demons come shrieking sing back to them a harmonious tune! And smile You are a finely folded blade of fragment to reconstruction each time you fall you rise again stronger

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Strangely now I am exhausted all of the sudden....this really has some whaaaa phooey behind it Cee!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

WHAT? You are giving up? NEVER, I SAY, NEVER!!! LOL

[gram linski]

Sounds like my 40th, lol, loved the anger and frustration of the writer, trying to articulate death and poetry, two sides of the same coin, very good indeed,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

unfortunately for some of the suicide poets, come couldn't seem to write their way out of death...didn't just commit suicide figuratively but literally.
this is the way to go...write ourselves to death and till death...
"words have the power to heal but also the power to kill" emily dickinson said that.
and it seems so true.
this piece packs a punch...i like the beat of it...the short phrases, the rapid pauses.
nice.

j.