Dom Wisperez

Rookie (01/21/1985 / Portland, Maine)

The Calapse - Poem by Dom Wisperez

Did I do any good for life,
should I stay?
Was I brave,
when I needed to be-
Wouldn't these be the thoughts of a person waiting,
waiting to be saved by himself?

One would say he had no courage,
ending his life like so.

It happened so fast.
He couldn't stop.
No one was there,
no one to say yes,
yes to his questions.

His muddled thoughts bent on mindful pain,
teaming with cold memories as they fueled an ever growing sorrow.
Even after a pleasant spurt of thought,
only sorrow came back.
It's what he knew best,
and this sorrow comforted him.

The firmilararity embracing only more bad.
More hurt,
more blackened realism.
Until the collapse.

One still would say he had no courage,
ending his life like so.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, February 21, 2011

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