Incomplete

This poem is about suicide. It is fiction and does not reflect my views on suicide. I hope I do not  offend anyone with this poem, and if I do I let me know and I’ll take it down. 🙂

 

With a bullet to the head

Shadow Wreath
Shadow Wreath (Photo credit: jeff_golden)

I end what is now

To begin what

Is unknown.

The fog of naïvety

Cloud over judgment

Only to clear away

When all is done and gone

Leaving only guilt

Regret

Hate

                    Loneliness

Fear

Sadness

All that is sought

Is not found

Shadows surround the vessel

That carried a withered soul

That was me

I cannot shout

Help

Don’t go

Don’t leave me

I changed my mind

Come back

They leave

me.

Alone with only my thoughts

Waiting

Pondering on old regrets

Broken hearts

Hurtful words

How useless now

What a waste

Why?

What was the use?

What did I achieve?

Questions old and new

Never to be answered

Soon I join the mute

Who voices and screams

Are never heard

Truly gone and forgotten

Overwhelmed

Thrust into new cages

I spend eternity living

What should have been

What could have been

I ended Incomplete.

The Ravens Eye

The Ravens Eye

Inspired by shanesbookblog

I read a poem with the title “A Raven’s Eye” and I guess I got inspired! I hope this great and successful author doesn’t mind me stealing (borrowing) his idea 🙂

The ravens’ eye I wish to flee

That stare’th right Inside of me.

That hollow gaze which drills

My mind

Searching for the

Weak inclined

Thought that passes

From my heart.

Waiting lurking

Stalking still

You shall not

Rob me of my will

I will climb

Atop my mountains

Edge

Waiting for my sweet

Revenge

When I shall

Take what is

Mine and keep

My conscience and my heart

Entwined together

They shall never part

For if they do;

I leave the wind

My secret tool

To nudge me

Softly off my

Stool of

Rock and soul.

And then

That fool

With eyes

So grim

Will not bother

Me a-gain.

 

Lovers block

English: Cartoon expression of Frank Jackson's...

I sit here with a blank head

Holding pen in hand

No thought comes to mind

While I ponder what to rhyme

Shoe and blue?

Bear and care?

Disease and breeze?

What do I write about when I’m feeling blue?

When no thought comes to mind but pictures of you?

Your smile your hair

Your outrageous stare?

Should I write about the blush that feasts

On my body when I sense you near?

Should I reveal the truth of my existence

Is being with you?

Or should I just confess that to you

I don’t even exist…

Is love that hard or am I

Too weak to prove

I’m not a failure

and have nothing to lose.