Troubled Mind
Why couldn’t we see the pain in his eyes?
If only we knew the truth behind the lies.
He was plummeting fast on life’s violent ride,
With nowhere for love in his heart to hide.
This wasn’t living — this was decay.
A soul eroding, day by day.
Seeing his own death as the only gift,
Praying the weight on his chest would lift.
He poisoned himself to numb the screams,
But the voices clawed deeper, tearing his dreams.
No silence. No peace. No way to cope —
Just shattered glass where there once was hope.
The moment arrived; the choice was made.
No light to follow, no one to save.
He closed his eyes, surrendered breath,
And let himself fall into the arms of death.
His body swung in the blackened night —
No angels came. No holy light.
Only stillness.
Only cold.
Only air thick with stories that won’t be told.
And now we stare at the space he left behind,
Wishing we’d seen the storm inside.
Because the cruelest truth we’ve come to know —
Is how silent a scream can be
Before it lets go.
Copyright © Sam Russell | Year Posted 2018
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