The Voice

A young woman depressed turns to suicide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Debris of despair disrupts her mind

She looks into a mirror

Reflections of affliction stares back at her

Depression wrinkles her complexion

Lost in her own world,

She feels alone

"I'm here," whispers a voice

 

Tears no longer able to fall

Dried like a river in a summer drought

The sun shines outside,

But she sees only the murky darkness of gloom

Light of hope fizzles out

"Take my hand," whispers a voice

 

A mural of mishaps paints her soul

She is her own prosecuter

No punishment is too good

Death sings to her in a siren's tone

"Live," the voice whispers

 

Thoughts of suicide decompose her brain

Sleeping pills beacon to her

Death is her compass,

Direction to peace

"LIVE!" shouts the voice

 

A translucent figure stands before her

A friendly presence of love and calm

A voice of hope and help

She bows her head in prayer

Scenery of what her life could be flash before her

"Live," murmurs her Guardian Angel

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

Dark and deep and beautiful. Thank you.

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Good one..!!

[Jeremy Baker]

Dark and despondent.

[Dream Weaver]

Very edgy and deeply imaginative...

[Shep]

Time for a new mirror is what I think. I have hard time keeping my own thoughts . Love the poem. Nicely done.

[Star Wolf]

I like this a lot. It's nice it has a happy ending. I'm pleased her Guardian Angel showed up. We all can only hope we have one.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. To struggle with life is easy for all of us to feel. I like the way you wrote the poem. We all need a Guardian Angel to pick us up when we fall. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Marie Harrison]

Lovely poem.
I enjoyed reading it.

[Tina Kline]

What a wonderful and very heartwarming poem of hope. When we reach those very dark inner spaces we can only hope for a Guardian Angel.