The End – Poem


Author’s Note:  This is another very dark poem that was written during an especially hard time. Although this poem reflects how I felt at the time, suicide is never the answer. If you or someone you know is contemplating suicide, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline Phone Number 1-800-273-8255 or a similar organization in your country.

The End

Pounding screaming this constant noise

No more control nor need for ploys

Inner turmoil with such unrest

After the years all lived in jest

So much alone yet still so near

No real comfort from inner fear

No place in life in which to hold

No real diff’rence as one grows old

The mind cannot help comprehend

The mouth cannot inform a friend

Though set aflame eyes seldom cry

Living a life that’s just a lie

Fear of future, past and present

Loss of solace days poorly spent

The face a mask a poor façade

Spoil the sad child and spare the rod

A scream that is locked deep inside

A plea for help held in by pride

Not the person once thought to be

Falling apart now lost at sea

Set long adrift the course unknown

Time depleted no days to loan

And soon he’ll sleep and never wake

As it is time his life to take

– March 18, 1995

 

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