By My Hands
Mass suffering placed solely upon me
The weight of the world worn as a scarf,
A stray straw away from snapping at the spine;
Like the parched camel roaming the desert—empty
A lone rider returned to the earth
Mirages of something splendid before me
gone in an instant, vanishing beneath the sands;
A drowning sea of palpable strain
Pleading to breathe—choking
Death’s hand around my brain,
life’s hand around my throat
A brighter side of suicide
beams beautifully through my pane,
A tempting vision of an escape before me
A life more radiant in its passing—freedom,
the freedom to break the stranglehold—death,
death is imminent, most eminently, by my hands
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