Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

To Kill Myself Now

I’m empty, no mood, no nothing in me, 
No nerves yet I feel so uptight,
And all I can say is “Don’t kill myself now, 
Not here in this dark lonely night.”
So I sleep with an exhausted cramp in this back,
Hearing the dead voices say,
I’m resolutely defiant, “No, don’t kill myself now, 
I can exist through every dark day.”


My arms weigh a ton, legs are all lead, 
No reason, not a single thought why,
Still, “Don’t kill myself now, wait for the birds,
Just wait for the sun in the sky.”
Yet there’s nothing for me, no beautiful future, 
No reason for happy and laughter.
I’m quietly resigned to: “Don’t kill myself now”,
Of living a sad, glum ever after.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 5, 2017 at 10:38 PM The lowest points in my own life were when I was most numb, devoid of feeling. Those birds and that sun can be enough to sustain until feeling comes to flow again, amen for the birds and the sun. I wish you ease of being Lewis. Virtual hugs, Maureen

Charlie Smith March 5, 2017 at 9:05 PM Sounds like hope is still alive...sad and glum ain't so bad after you've sold the gun, stay with us Lewis.