Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

Suicide

I greeted him by the front of my door, 
My own secret door made of wood,
And stared right through his every intent, 
I knew that he understood,

That he controlled every thought in my mind, 
He put the thoughts in my head,
That he suggested I’m no good in this world, 
That I’d be better off dead,

So I walked right through the door open wide, 
I walked so I could rebuild,
And was free of the hurt and pain of my life, 
I became a quiet and still,

Now I’m no longer a mistake or an ugly freak, 
I’m in a place all gentle and soft,
I walked through the door with my small anxious friend, 
Once I paid the ultimate cost.

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CayCay Godwin November 2, 2018 at 9:18 AM I lived with suicide ideology for a few years so I get this. Though my desire was based on much different thoughts, the desire is the desire and it follows you, campaigns with promises of peace .. You did a great job of creatively focusing on the drama that is so real. All the best ... CayCay

Line Gauthier October 30, 2018 at 10:02 PM A poignant poem about abuse. Touching.

Susan Ashley October 30, 2018 at 9:49 PM The powerful poignancy of your poem reaches me deeply, Lewis. A moving expression of a devastating situation. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 30, 2018 at 9:46 PM Chilling and affecting. The air left my lungs. Excellent pen my friend. xomo