Let me preface this poem so you know how it came about. My thoughts after a few recent conversations with a few friends regarding people they knew who took their life or attempted a suicide.

In Death’s Face

So you thought I’m tired
Of living the life as requested
When the darkness opened the door
And the breeze of freedom swept me in

Silence upon the noisy chatter
Blind follower of a notion
That here is only suffering
Pain and emotions of void

The other side of heaven
Welcomes by burning a fire
Ready for my bones
Popping corn and I scream

Soon to be quiet and peaceful
In Vitro rebirth
Intestine on the outside
Blood and cells in vain

Ever too late for my own party?
Don’t mind my dreams
Wasted opportunities
To live and die as planned
Never accepted by me

Now what!
My vision failed me
So you saved me
I’m still here
Forcing another breath

Under performance
Life in slow motion
Bile of truth
Seeping out
Sleeping angrily
Time out

Alive in death’s laughing face