You sit here and say you're on the brink of destruction, ready to end it all, thinking of ways...
Please don't...
Stop it all here and now.
You say you want it, you say you need it and you dare to ask me...
Please don't...
A quiet, peaceful place, free of pain, suffering and heartache, you're ready to go.
Please don't...
Fingers ready.
Aching gone.
Running through streets trying to escape my voice.
I won't quit so,
Please don't...
Echoing, yelling, hurting, crying, suffering, pain, helplessness, hopelessness, aching.
You raise your hand.
Please don't...
Sobbing, more hurting, pain, and saddness.
I'm hoping, begging, and screaming at the top of my lungs.
I'm running out of breath
Please don't...
You try to think of happiness and good memories, but let them be overshadowed by heartache...
Please don't...
I run frantically trying not to stop.
I'm trying so hard.
I notice tears rolling down my cheeks.
There's a poignant silence, I stop breathing
Please... Don't...
There is a gunshot...
I freeze, my heart stops...
It's over...
... You're gone...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From The Mind Of The Loving
PuisiA selection of poetry that is both older poems from when I was younger(That will be rvised slight to make more sense) and recent ones that come to me. Some will be sad while others will be happy or in between. I hope you enjoy :D
