Submitted: May 28, 2008
Reads: 28
Comments: 2
Likes: 1
No will to live
My love is gone
My body is broken
It took so long
With all the shrinks
And all the meds
There is nothing left
An empty head
My body’s hollow
My features shrunk
My eyeballs bulging
I feel so drunk
In hurried circles
My foot steps fall
Faster, faster
Down the hall
Out my window
Past the others
Then the ground
Amongst my brothers
Email this story |
Print Story |
Add to reading list
Comments:
Mattie I just read your comment on another poem about suicide so came in to your page out of interest. Your poem is very stark and to the point and grates out the sense of panic and split of the moment action (after agonising deliberance I might add) that accompanies a suicide (as I imagine) I hope personally that you are discarding those thoughts because a worthy creative soul like yourself is much needed in this world. Definitely! As a poem a little typo ruins the flow of this (food instead of foot - in foot steps)
Posted: Jun 1, 2008
I liked the short, crisp tone of this poem. It rolls very easily through the readers mind, and I think that alot of people have felt that way at times. Just remember that no matter how bad things get if you just hang in there they will get better. Great job on the poem!
Posted: Jun 2, 2008