crushing down waves
pouring skies
cut the ties
with the world around
time to reflect
to be with oneself
nowhere else
but inside
busyness stopped
all is calm
silence around
apart from the rain
what do we need
what do we really
crave to do and be
other than that
an opportunity
to go within
to slow down
to be in joy
still…
alive
Poem ‘Still’ read by the author. Access for subscribers. Subscribe for more content.
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
