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Procedure
Razor blade,
Kitchen knife-
Tools to quickly
End her life.
It had all started the day she was born,
The day she came into this world.
An innocent creature, a harmless being,
An infant child, a little girl.
Guns and rifle-
Angry fists.
Ropes and hot tub-
Tightened wrists.
The mess that kept her awake all night,
The dread that came with all the fright;
It drove her crazy; slowly insane.
It refused to vanish- remained the same.
Cotton pillow,
Charged wire,
Empty bridge,
Lit up fire.
Tired of the effort,
What was the use?
Scarred with the damage-
Sick of the abuse.
Icy water,
Sleeping pills;
Empty pool
That slowly fills.
One quick breath,
Blink of an eye-
One quick second
And we all die.
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Comment by: mitra - 2008-02-06 22:38
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| The different "options" you've listed are eerie yet it is very effective for thi piece cause its the thoughts that keep running through this persons head. Just when the reader feels isolated from this person, your ending works that out well. It reminds us of how close we are to death anyway. |
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Your poem made me thoughtful. I have considered suicide seriously at times. But life is fleeting in any case. And suicide is basically, in most cases, selfish.
I lived in a solitary cabin in the forest; no telephone, no electricity. One winter's night I thought, "I could die up here and no one would know until spring." The next day I walked to the bridge under which I parked my little truck, then I drove into town. In the town, Laughing Lady, Montana, there were many people who came up to me and said, "I was thinking about you last night, wondering if you were doing alright up on the mountain." I was not alone.
I am sorry there is no light in some people's lives. It takes courage to simply walk out and go somewhere else ... to discard one's personal history and restart. |
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Comment by: - 2007-08-10 03:10
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| You have a heck of a lot of going on in this poem. Darkly understated, but rife with impressions. It flows incredibly well. The images you invoke are eloquent and succinct. Powerful and memorable. Very nice. |
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| I like the melancholy undertone, good poem. |
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| I like the melancholy undertone, good poem. |
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