Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here(not a suicide poem)
There were seven of them
Mealy-mouthed trifles
Vermin whose industrial coal concrete sheeting
Turned my headache into gunpowder
I died
I crawled out of my hole, choking on firmament
Gasping, clawing, scraping earth from my fingernails
My breath
A cloud of gray smoke
Acrid
Lucid
Tired.
The mewling.
Clutching my skull in fear and triumph
I cannot carry this load much further.
Stillness
Calm
Trembling erasure from systemic catapults.
Eyes half closed against the darkness
A sleeping crook, a question-mark in a pool of sweat.
Leave me.
Let me let go and breath the cool air from down here.
Let me sink to the bottom of the pool
Let me crawl through the snow
And rest.
Rest.
Rest
Rest
Rest.
- COMMENTS
LadyJeanneabout 19 years agoPowerful emotions in this, with a bleak pall throughout. I'm not sure what journey you're taking us on (a mind-altering one is my guess), but it's beautifully written and made me shiver with a weary ache. It's all good. Thank you. LJ
Anonymousabout 19 years agoThis poem is mentioned in the new poems reviews section of the poetry discussion message board found in the literotica forums.
~DeepAsleep
