This poem is another rather dark piece and is on the topic suicide. Suicide is something very sensitive to me as my father committed suicide in November of 2014. Again, it is not how I feel about myself. If you or someone you love is having thoughts of suicide please please call the suicide prevention hotline.
Canada and the USA: 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
A full list of suicide prevention hotlines around the world is available HERE.
A man sits alone
in the place he calls home
and he sits in his chair and he weeps
A tear in his seams
Has wounded his dreams
And upon him, slowly, death creeps
He’s not broken yet
But he can’t forget
How he pushed all of his loved ones away
And now he can tell
That in this living hell
That he’d wishes he’d just let them stay
Now see the blood drip
From his fingertips
As it pools at his feet on the floor.
He’s fought for so long
His defences are gone
And he can’t fight alone anymore
And the pieces he’s lost
That his choices have cost
Have torn his conscious to shreds
His own mind betrayed
Wants not to be saved
So now – there he sits – until dead.
©2015 Alexander Hicks