'Echoes Of Solitude: A Journey Through Darkness And Hope. Poem by omotunde moses medese

Now the thought came again,
At one in the morning, when I was feeling alone and cold in the dark

I was feeling scared again
I could not sleep, tears flowing through the night
Haunted by those terrifying dreams again
But each time they appear, it became clearer
I wish I can seek help, but my ego keeps distracting me

The call of suicide echoed anew
I feel hopeless, thinking if I will see the sunlight again
Lonely at the top they said
But I question the path that leads to the top

Are these familiar tricks again
This is me dreaming about my soul hanging from the ceiling fan again
Dial 911 before it manifests
My soul needs help again
Rescue it now before it's too late
I dont want false affection when I am gone
No flowers, I plead, scattered on this future tomb

The dreams returned
Maybe this time he won't survive.
He needs a sweet soul for survival.