David William Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Overwhelming Sunday

What an overwhelming Sunday…what a overwhelming 5 minutes of my life
I hate to say this, but I hope to end my life…where’s that kitchen knife?
All these questions thrown at me
Makes me wanna break free…flee away from this hospital
It’s not me… (x2) Could you see it’s not me?

5 minutes of overwhelming thoughts
It felt longer than usual
5 minutes of unbearable pain
I’ll try to act proper and casual  

The devastating sensation stings me like a serpent 
5 minutes of misery…I’m soaked!
I’m drowning in my distress (I can’t stand Sunday)
I’m dripping continually like a waterfall 

I’m overcoming Sunday’s pain…
Dripping continually like acid rain .. . . .. .. . . .

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Donna Jones August 26, 2013 at 6:52 PM I too hope you find peace David..the only place I find it is in my creator..I leave my problems with Him...I talk to God....I hope you find your answers and happiness.....

Duke Beaufort August 25, 2013 at 12:14 PM I hope you are well, sir. I do not know what ails you exactly. However, thank you for sharing. Today is Sunday, and I am thinking of you and wishing you well. I do not know if this helps, but you express yourself with such dignity and honesty. Thank-you. Your poems read like a saga of pain. I only hope that you feel some happiness and joy.