Writings of a Teen

Conscious

I have become aware.

The wind, the ground, the sky, the clouds,

Have all now become real to me.

I carefully bend down onto the soil,

enjoying its moistness on my knee.

I swiftly stand up and turn around,

into the notch, I place my key.

I pop in a pill the size of my nail,

similar to the fruit of a poisonous tree.

I smile a smile as things become blurry,

the comfort of death enlightening thee.

Just like a guest, asking for tea,

For eternal peace, I beg and plea.

My soul lightens and I gaze at the sky,

Its mysteries uncovered, the stars form a sea.

I feel different, as if I am weightless,

Reminding myself of a bumblebee.

The lights and noises gradually dim,

My mind turns off, it's dark and foggy.

I head to the light somewhere in the distance,

But when I'm almost there...

It turns into fire.