suicide

life is my defeat, time
rising gradual
like the ocean
or the lake in flood to put me here

next to my own memories

wishing faithfully wishful
and knowing it shall continue to rise
this forgetting

until surrounded and up to my neck i will
make a step, really not even that
but only a letting the water go with my body

listing like a sunken vessal

to be remembered by no-one
letting the flat surface reach my eyes
and then beneath

the eyes will begin to look beneath everything else
drowning in times abandonment, times one note

will see the blind situation once, finally and finally see life for
what it is.

Reviews

[Emily B]

i got to this place a few weeks ago, in mind not in action

i fought through it