Suicide (No Thought)

Reads: 119  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about suicide as you can tell from the title but a specific one, not of bereavement nor of pain but for the lack of being able to think i sometimes get like this my head so full of stuff i can't control my thoughts though i havnt been driven to suicide nor do i ever plan on doing any of the sort

Submitted: July 11, 2008

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 11, 2008



Too long have I waited for this torment to end?
I’ve gone mad with anger, lust and revenge
It seems like forever I’ve been in this dream
Why can’t I wake up from this evil theme?
These evil things plaque my mind
As I run away to leave them behind
I have no place to turn or hide
No place to withdraw within my mind
I can’t seem to find my passive thoughts
As I travel my mind, upon a horse
It troubles me that I cannot find
The things I think within my mind
I don’t know why I just can’t think
I’m stuck in mud just like a stick
These evil things possess my mind
As I reach for the dagger to end my time

© Copyright 2017 DavesDomain. All rights reserved.

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by DavesDomain

Popular Tags