I get emotional with the feeling
As I lower my face in disbelief
I can’t imagine myself doing it
But the yarn keeps on haunting me.
I close my eyes
But the dark is too loud to dwell in
I reminisce on the special moments of my life
But the idea seems to have made a foundation in me
Can somebody help?
For the knock of death is too loud to ignore
I hear two voices, fighting against each other
“Do it! ” (first voice)
‘Don’t do it”, (second voice)
The first one too firm to disregard
And the softness of the second voice eases the pain in me.
Torn in between…
Crying my confusion through thoughts of the times of yore
Somebody pull me back
For the knock of death is too hard to stomach
I see myself flying
The clouds move away from me
My standing position now behind me
Oh! No! It dawn on me that I have slipped from the edge
My heart pulsating faster and faster
Thought of whether I will feel pain running through my mind
The knock of death answered wrongly
Thud! And…
The sting of death.. The imagery through the write was very good. Good one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you Denise...the idea came as a result of one of my friends told me of how she wanted to commit suicide...