I didn't plan it
but I took today
off from work
But not to play...
and for hours
as they burned away
I sat feeling
empty
I'm not sick
but certainly not OK
I lied in my bed
and shook
thinking of my life
and giving it one hard look
knowing something's
gotta change
No happy thoughts came...
Now isn't
that strange?
With that I couldn't
bear the pain;
tears sheared so hot
yet fell like rain
I know the inevitable.
I'm spiraling down
and took a bottle
of pills
and washed it down.
I was amazed to find
that I even did it
it's been rehearsed in my mind...
but there was
nothing to it.
So many times
I didn't pull that trigger,
but no guts,
no glory,
is what I figure.
Then the room
started spinning 'round
Consciousness, I guess,
losing ground
even with my
mind all aflutter
I can still hear
the words you muttered...
I married you,
but I love another.
I closed my eyes
and gave one
last shudder.
My last thought
before He takes me
is why make me love you
just to have
you hate me?
I've given all that I could
I've given you my heart
but it didn't do me any good....
you couldn't love me
from the start.
But what
I find ironic
In my whole little plan...
is I die, as in life,
from which I'd ran...
Cold and empty
feeling
Lifeless and unhappy...
and is my fate
for all eternity.
Your honesty, understanding, and acceptance of the situation is quite amazing.
You are among the bravest. To face death, and then be open enough to write about it...my hat's off to you, Lee. For a touching poem and an open soul! xxElysabeth
Don't ever do that again..Move on, see the beauty in the other side of the coin. Nice poem but really sad.
WOW, Sad Poem, I love to read your work, Just remember you always have your sis and I if you need any thing. I am going to continue to read your work. Love ya, Keith
This poem express's so much sadness, I hope that those feelings are short lived and that your road leads you to better things, Put on a smile, laugh a while, but please always give life one more chance Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But what I find ironic In my whole little plan... is I die, as in life, from which I'd ran... Sad and deep...great poemo Roger