I've walked all night
for hours that seem to know no end.
Here I find myself
not sure how
in an open field.
On my knees, one with the grass
and the dew that rests on it.
The sun has yet to meet me
but I do not wish to see it
For what use is tomorrow?
I have no place in it.
I can not feel my fingers and toes,
I believe they have froze.
The night air smells like
Rain, Life, Mystery.
The moon shining down on me,
landing but soft kisses
on my undeserving cheeks
as it smiles at me.
The sky is turning lighter, gaining color.
In that way I am like the moon
staying when I don't belong.
Why must we stay when the stars leave?
I wish not to see the sun rise.
Yet here I still sit in this field
knife pressed against my neck
holding back tears and fears.
You will always hear them say that,
Those who take their own life are cowards.
Do not believe what they say,
For they do not know.
They did not see you cry out,
they did not see you look for help.
Show me the person who can easily
put the gun to their head and pull.
Do not ever call those gone weak,
They took control.
They did the thing at no one else would.
That is what I tell myself,
as warm liquid salt rolls down my face,
I think about all the times I was a discrase.
When I see the sun starting to keep.
Tomorrow is here
I smile as I feel the heat of my body leave.
Looking down I see my body hit the grass,
eyes closed, blood staining the grass, smile on my face, knive still in hand.
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Understanding Beauty
PoetryI need a place to let my creativity and thoughts flow. I place where I can be myself and not be judged. This book is about everything humans tend to go through... In other words it's about shit I'm going through and things I'm thinking okay. It is a...
