Poems and Other Stuff

Suicidal

Suicidal

Again, I have lost myself in reverie,

Not knowing how long, lost reality's key,

Am stuck in a nightmare with no escape in sight,

Searching and searching so desperate for light.

Blossoming flowers or rivers are gone,

Ben searching and searching from sunrise till dawn,

Feeling so empty and seeing no hope,

Maybe the last thing i'll feel is a rope.

Whimsical are the doings of life,

No matter if in love of friendship or strife,

The ait keeps getting thicker, I can't catch my breath,

Maybe it finally comes, the cold embrace of death.

My thoughts keep on running and running so fast,

If they keep doing so, do not know how long I will last,

Slowly but surely a serenade's tunes play,

Louring me closer and making me sway.

So close to doing it, what made me wait?

At the end it does not matter, hurry up it's getting late!

What is stopping you? What keeps you from doing what you begun?

It's the nostalgia that reminds me of all the good that has been done.