WARNING

The mind is precious...handle with care

Fragile , so handle with care

        Fragility of mind, lost in despair

Pain, beyond description

        Absolute aggression, my prescription

Picking at scabs, reopening old sores

       Salting the wounds, my sickness ensures

Dismantling of self, systematic design

      Needing stitches of hope, please show me a sign

Suturing  of the heart, making all feel right

      The need to believe, a blatherskite

I bleed myself out, draining from open wrist

      Too much a coward , yet a perpetual fabulist

Eyes are twitching, dead skin festering

      The maggots of mind continue pestering

My limbs are  stiff and full of rigor

       My desire for death has finger on trigger

Wait a minute, I cannot think

       Am I already dead? A corpse left to stink

All this time, in my life I have tarried

       Now having regrets, after I am dead and buried

As I pay the ferryman, for he is already there

       As you lower the box, please handle with care...

Reviews

[melissa]

Amazing poem thank you for sharing your poems keep up the great work i can't wait to read more

[A. Amos]

Good write thank you for sharing