Mark R Slaughter


Suicide - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

An underlying sense of counting down -
A rhythm deep: enteric thuds -
Each another year to fret and frown
About, wading in the claggy muds
Of trial - to here, the blackened life.

A glint of blade had caught a baggy eye,
Sparking thoughts to jump the fence.
Could I grasp the handle - was I shy
Of what I had to do and hence remain
Enshrined in overwhelming strife?

The metal winked at me again
To beg the possibility
Of halting once and all the pain
To relish an eternity

Of rested shoulders,
Peace of mind;
So here, my wrist
For ‘quick and kind.'





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Comments about Suicide by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie Jack Williams (11/5/2009 3:29:00 PM)

    Is 'claggy' even a real word? If you made it up, I have to give you respect, because it's perfect!
    If you're interested, I've also written a poem on a similar subject. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Nyl Relov (11/5/2009 3:17:00 PM)

    Ahh. Another suicide. So much pain these days. so much is fake. Great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Wali Jamali (11/5/2009 3:16:00 PM)

    WOVEN WITH PATCHES OF PAIN. NICE POEM. KUDOS.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 8, 2012