Final Thoughts, by KayDe$
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Waiting for the absence of pain
Realizing the need of something to gain
The pain goes away too slowly naturally
That's the problem about about reality
But that problem can change fast
As quick as a jump or my neck to broken glass
After that moment, I feel better
As my soul escapes my solid matter
In the end, I see a light
I'm nearly blind, its so bright
I walk up the golden stairs
Seeing my loved ones standing there
My grandfather takes my hand
As we continue to the big man
He looks at me and my file
Only to say "You're waited awhile."
I take a look at a book
Only to realize its not good
As he looks at me, I see it in his face
He is ashamed, he signs my name in a book of disgrace
All of a sudden I feel a rush of hot air
My grandfather no longer standing there
I flow though the lava like a ship on calm seas
I like it, it feels good, what's wrong with me
I come to a stop with many flames
Surrounded by men, but only animals being tamed
It reminds of homes
Only difference is, I'm on my own
I walk though hoping to leave
Escape this place you best believe
It has an unsafe feeling about it
There is a presence here, I'm scared
My heart beats, thou its absent, it feels real
How am I going to deal
I realize I have nothing left
This must be the feeling of death
A more complicated state, so it seems
I take a deep breathe, I open my eyes
It was only a dream |
Posted: 2009-08-19 15:43:28 UTC |
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2009-08-19 15:51:00 | KayDe$ |
I wrote this the morning after a suicidal incident. |