"Suicide's Soliloquy"

 "Suicide's Soliloquy"        

 

like a silent cheerleader

I allow your bombastic blows

to fall across my troubled brow

 

A  conductor of sorrowed concertos  

my  seismic symphony of scars

delays my entrance into Nirvana

 

 

the cycle of abuse leaves

a mere semblance of a beating heart

 

 

you consume my very soul

and regurgitate the wretched droppings

into that which conveys a perpetual stench

across the vapid tapestry of violence

 

 

your silent fists smash

into my conquered melancholy flesh

each wound recorded well into memory

 

 

the echoing sounds of apology

resound with the discourse of my own tears

silent raindrops from two dark swollen clouds

 

 

the resonating sound of the slamming door

drips acidic values from the walls

a bloody verdant stain mildews

down the ripped cloth of silken panties

 

 

the dark violent thrusts of yesterday

reverberate in my mind constantly

 

a video taped memory of shame

as my body achieved a climax

that it had not asked to receive

 

I allow the dark knife to slice

along the pale shades of my skin

 

 I silently cry as the primordial wounds

Rain acidic denouements along my soul

the river of seismic gore intensified

upon the jaded sorrows of yesterday

 

 

the sweet pharmaceutical fantasy

leaves a scandalous series of skittles

pink, green and yellow pills in my palm

 

 

as I say goodbye to the rising sun

I pray that God forgives my unoriginal sin

As I forgive him for (un)rescuing me

 

Like the beauty of a waking nightmare

I follow a serene, silent light

And drift along the shattered consciousness

Of all those who drift below

 

As I float above the wretched yesterdays

Of my former life and past participles

I  think back to whom I once was

But…I’m no longer she…

No…not at all

 

　

Kenny L. Mitchell

September 5, 2009

 

 

 

 

 

       

 

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

Wow. This is absolutely amazing!
"the sweet pharmaceutical fantasy
leaves a scandalous series of skittles
pink, green and yellow pills in my palm"
The sadness combined with the edginess in this piece makes it so irresistible.
There are so many good lines in this.
I just love the entire thing.
Such an amazing write. No criticisms at all.
Adding it to my favorites.
-Elissa :)

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This is very doleful and I know too much about it. The pain (physical and mental) of domestic abuse is very murderous to ones self-esteem and soul. The words you used to describe such a morbid ordeal very much so, spoke for many women in this position. This poem was very emotionally evoking and moving. To continue in such a situation could be the demise of a beautiful soul. Excellent read! Well done!

[cest la vie]

And the Oscar goes to....
Kenny, this is brilliant!. Honest, edgy, Raw, painful, and the list is endless. I can not pick any favorite parts as I love the entire piece. Again, you have greatly impressed me.

Lynne