The Lead Poem by Jim Meyerholtz

The lead

The lead of death just passed thruogh my brain
I hear no sound, I feel no pain, Yet I die.


I needed love but it wasn't there,
'Tis why this life was bare.

Why did I put this thing into my head?

Was it to see what there is after the body is dead?
They say dying this way is a sin,
But hell has to be better than where Ive been!
They will wonder why I did this thing.
Maybe it was to my inner shame.
A shame no man will ever know,
That is why this life had to go.
People that say they love me
Will not care about what they see.
I see a life so empty since love went away.
Why I did this no man can say
Life is over, It is done.
It has ended where it begun.
Now I go to seek the truths there are.
I pray they arn't too far.