Solitude engulfs me.

Inhaling, exhaling

I welcome death like an invited

houseguest to dinner.

Eating at my insides

in an effort to reach my soul.

I have no soul.

We stare at each other.

I on one side of the glass

he on the other.

For some reason or another

neither of us say a word.

An unspoken understanding

of the subject etched

in the glass reflection.

I whisper his name “Suicide.”

He whispers back, “You’re already dead.”

Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks taunt me.

‘How did I end up here?’ I think.

Jumbled in my mess of thoughts

I lose the will to answer the question.

‘Here is where I should be,’ I pull out

from somewhere in my head.

‘Here’ dangling my toes over the ledges of defeat.

Somewhere in the jagged rocks below

he shows me the freedom I have been looking for.

Post edited by: Deep_Hearted_Sigh, at: 05/07/2008 22:12

that was a thoughtful poem Deep...very beautiful in a sad way...

Post edited by: norma, at: 05/07/2008 22:18

Norma - Thanks, but I blew it. I came in 123rd out of 700. ACK!

poem by James Rist

Melee reaches

from head to heart.

Shackled will beseeches,

"Start something,...but start!"

Dark hand, Delusion,

compelling regress,

pushes to passion,

with insidious duress,

unwilling dancer,

frenetic and frail.

Question? ...no answer.

"Dance 'til you fail,"

and you will betray you--

denial your tool--

forsake to subdue

the redundant fool.

Down on your knees,

hands in the mire,

desperate release,

remission from fear,

from mist to face

the hand of the Father,

the moment of grace

when men do not bother,

dispels silent pain,

heals soul's deep lesion,

restores hope's refrain--

the boundary of reason.

Thanks, Y'all, for the poetry. I LOVE it!

Jim

Post edited by: JR1, at: 05/07/2008 22:51

Thank you also, kimminentdanger.