The Nothingness of Death
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This is a fictitious poem... not a depiction of my life or feelings, please do not worry about me...I am not suicidal.
My mind's in a dark place; there's no light,
and happiness is but a fleeting moment in time.
I'm in pain, unbearable, physical, emotional pain,
there is no cure, no refuge, and no explanation,
only daunting, depressive darkness.
I wear a practiced smile to camouflage my inadequacy
in wrestling with my manic demons.
Seeing others love and be loved is paramount to torture,
for I've never felt those intimate feelings
and thoughts of suicide seduce my mind.
I've tried; God knows how hard I've tried, but I can't
stave off this deepening depression; I just can't!
Life lost its appeal levying such a heavy toll
on my soul, while death offers the peace of oblivion.
Tears dribble down the barrel of my gun,
pacing out eternity; it feels so surreal.
It doesn't take courage to pull the trigger,
it takes courage not to.
In a flash, it could all be over,
no more pain, no more tears, no more me.
I grip the gun; everlasting peace awaits
in the nothingness of death, all I need do is
s q u e e z e... that trigger!
(Free Verse)
10/2/2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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