Slow Suicide
Inhale... trying to live in the presence of a crowd
My imagination suffocates...
Exhale... I'm losing touch of the norm
This is too much air for my lungs to take
Inhale...midway aloft another page in my life is turned
Is it too late for my mind to resuscitate?
Exhale...voices... there are so many voices
Reminding me of my sins, for that reason only I sin.
*cough* *cough* the midnight sun illuminates the window panes
Inhale...the ashes fall in a slow, melodramatic way
Reminiscent of valhallah and the vikings
Exhale...I can feel you lurking behind me
In the shadows waiting, plotting my demise
Inhale...I can feel your scythe pointed against my heart
With a ghastly countenance, the hairs on my hands begin to rise
Exhale..."taken by thine own hand" I hear you say
The honesty of that phrase brings me to my senses
Inhale...I press the glowing point against the ashtray and utter "not today"
Exhale...
Copyright © Bertrand Raven Banda | Year Posted 2015
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