What am I to do?
I’m holding on to the rail
Looking over this ledge
Stretching my arms to barely hold by finger tips
I lay my head back n close my eyes
Thinking of what to do…
Then I see your face on my eye lids
Playing like a movie
I see you in a open field of flowers
Dancing,
Laughing,
Smiling,
You look so happy
A tear falls down my face
Then I see him enter the show
I take a deep breath
Then I let it out
As I let go of the rail
I hear you say “I love you”
I open my eyes
Not a sign of you
All that I see is a trail of the blood,
and the tears flying with me as I fall
Falling down into this abyss
Falling further down into my own prison
It’s a sick n twisted darkness
The room is scattered with broken pictures
Painted with my own blood n tears
Look up close, its us.. All our memories
I have to figure away out of this mental hell
The room gets small n small
I breath harder n deeper
I’m freaking out, I’m so scared
Why am I my own worst enemy
As I cry n my tears flood the ground
The ground begins to become soft
I push my hand through the floor
All I see are my demons
Teeth by the rows
Teeth n claws razor sharp
Eyes glowing fiery red
I got to defeat them
Past them I see a bright light
I see serenity
Happiness
Joy and love
I see the things missing from my life
Its so beautiful
I have to do this for me
Even if I sacrifice my own life
At least I can say I tried to face my demons
I have to win.. it’s a must.
It’s the only way I’ll be happy
I just wish it ends well
And not to my dismiss
A contest entry
- Imagery, Emotion, Imaginatinon by Commodore Rouge.
1050 points, ended November 30, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - { depression/ suicide} by Angel Eyed Baby.
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Comments
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I like!
Well this was well worte. I liked reading this good job!
some minor things could be improved but other than that good job.
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Nice. You write very well. I'm sure many people can relate on here, and you paint that final moment --to the best of my knowledge and past experience-- well. There were some minor grammatical and spelling errors, like it should be "through" in the title instead, and in several spots you use "n" instead of "and". But other than that, I can't find any major things to improve on. I would have liked you to have stayed in the line limit I stated in the contest rules, just so you know, but oh well. Thanks for entering.
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Very emotional, the journey through Andrew seems to be taking its toll and preventing a peaceful stroll through this avenue we call life, your poem changes tense here and there but still the reader feels the emotional despair.
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