Resurgence. Poem by david lessard

There is a place, to which I do not want to go -
There is a spot, I do not care to wander to -
It brings back memories of days gone by -
Of thoughts I wished and hoped I'd never know.

I left that place, so many years ago, I can still recall -
I left that spot, yet I cannot keep still the dream -
Of tortured days and nights of endless stress -
Of time and cicumstances, when I thought to end it all.

To end the strife that came with your daily madness -
To stop the misery of the unpleasant nights -
I thought to put a bullet through my unsettled mind -
And finally end this melody of constant sadness.

But I cowered out and chose instead, to leave you -
The act of suicide is not the act I'd want to follow -
To kill one's self, is not he choice I'd want to make -
In the end, your gone from me and we are through.

There is a place, to where my recycled soul is going -
There is a spot, to where my broken heart is bound -
It's far away from you and all the friends you have -
It's in my resurgent mind and new seeds now I'm sowing.