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this is about a man that tries to kill himself...i tried to shape the poem so that it looked like the man's heartbeat throughout the story


Submitted:Jan 24, 2012    Reads: 32    Comments: 5    Likes: 5   


Staring at the T.V. screen

Popping pills

To end the pain

One...Two....Three......Six.....

He isn't counting

Anymore.

He can't remember how long it had been

Since he felt so high

And so low

At the same time.

Life flashes behind heavy lids

And his cracked lips smile

Over soon, so soon---

He slips in

And out

Of sleep.

Clouds fill his mind

And he tries to find shapes---

Sirens blare

He laughs.

Policeman dreseed in navy blue

Says, Come with me.

He laughs.

He grabs him from his seat

And takes him

To the

Street

Where the ambulance

Waits.

He laughs.

Can't

see.

Can't

breathe.

Heart beatung, racing, slowing....

Stopping.

Flat----

Line.

Life

So

Short

And

Bitter.

Shocks tickle his fingers

Flow down to his toes

Doesn't

Work.

Try

Again!

They up the charge

They try again

They think he is breathing

They hope that he lives.

Moniters beep

Heartbeat is faint

And slow

But still there

Clinging

To this wreched world.

Mother's hand

On child's head

Sitting beside

His hospital bed.

He lives to see another day

But in his heart of hearts

He wishes they

Had been too late

He's alive

But he's no longer living.





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