Poems

Salvation

As I sit here

and watch the black

scratch against the white.

I think of a love

that was lost and 'lorn

and tears fall to the paper

I write:

"Do not grieve for me

My Love.

You will remain with me forever.

I am very sorry

for the things I have done.

None can forgive

and forget,

For what has to be

will be done."

I cry as the glisten of

the blade is placed

against my wrist.

As the red mixes

With the black

I whisper

"Death is my only salvation."