The Suicide Note

Oh, Friend Darkness, if I fall I pray my tears Cleanse spattered walls. Let this act stay our surprise-- Let others wonder and surmise--- My actions hold no one to blame But life echoes barren as a solo game. Empty arms are not the life for me There resonates a hollow chill in living free— No one fancies dawn Keenly as I--- Devours azure fresh whipped from the sky-- Inhales auto fumes with glory like spring garden scents Explores both skyscrapers and Bedouin tents— Missing is the wealth of sweet delight-- Beloved warmth that guards my dreams at night. Confidence that he matches never ending longing for my kiss-- Our half-smile code that promises future lazy hours of bliss. Alone --all Color skitters past like white tail deer Alone--all garden blooms are poisoned with my tears--- There is no hand to pull me through adventure’s trails Or wondrous wit to regale me with absurd wild tales. And so,If I decide to eat my gun before the morning light Remember friend, that Darkness has won the battle but not the Final Fight. V. Anderson-Throop 11/11/14