Before I go; Letter Before a Suicide

Darkness swirling all around me like some jeweler’s fine bead

As this thoughts flow through dark and intense all in my head

Crying for help as I beckon to them

All far away none can hear my scream

Round and round I walked the earth

Like the mother hen while in fret

I hear the footsteps down the stair

No one there but my spirit in despair

Finally I remember that one source of solace

In it I can hide my shame like nakedness covered in lace

Its hands are cold and its ways are dark

It beckons to me on that lonely night at the park

Home I am now where I don’t belong

I go willingly to that place where I shall feel among

Quick and swift it carries me on that journey so long

Condemn not my actions, please don’t think it wrong

Death’s winged chariot hurrying near

Instilling into all a chilling fear

But I fear not because it comes to take me home

A place even better than the splendor of Rome

Cry not at my funeral and sing me no dirge

Lest my spirit be consumed with rage

You had the chance to save me but none came calling

Till the cold hands dark and mysterious lulled me to sleep rocking

I close these eyes with a heart willing

In that box laying still I found meaning 

Finally free from the troubles that plagued me

And I realize that all was meant to be

Mood: Desolate and Depressed