The Final Trip, a Dark Poem
Before you read this, let me say this is not what I'm feeling or going to attempt. This is just creative writing; one of my many styles and types I rarely do. And now I present to you,
THE FINAL TRIP (a dark poem)
suicidal thoughts creeping in,
the razors edge is my helping friend,
we take a trip up the river,
along the way I feel a rush of cold n I began to shiver,
the trip stops n everything I see becomes a haze,
paleness lays upon my face,
and with each last breath I hear the footsteps of death,
now everything becomes dark,
the only sound I hear is the fading beat of my heart
THUMP THUMP THUMp THUmp THump Thump
thump thum thu th__________________________________________________.
Copyright © Brian Miller Jr | Year Posted 2013
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