In the same room, I rest.
With the same thoughts in my mind.
I should have let the fire burn.
Should have allowed myself to take my own life.
The plan was all right there.
To rid myself of this pain and disgrace.
Maybe then, people would see.
The torment that was not shown on my face.
However, the plan was not executed.
Could not find the courage to follow through.
Now, the regret follows like a shadow.
Reminding me, of what I could not do.
It was a moment, that lasted only a second.
But filled the time of a year in my heart.
Each second, is a time around the sun.
Reminding me, I will always fall apart.
Author notes
It's a for a contest, don't be alarmed.
A contest entry
- The Choices We Make by LunaAmara.
800 points, ended December 19, 2008, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well written
Congrats on your trophy.
Hmmm, we both wrote on suicide. It is after all the final decision.
Buddy
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thanks for the notes--i would've been REALLY scared if you felt this way-
but this is really great- (well. i mean...in a depressing way). the form is great and the story is great too.
gl
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