Poetry

Condemnation

Here I am,

my mouth ready to sip.

I have the bottle in my hand,

open and ready to tip.

The note is on the counter,

as I am staring in the mirror.

My face filled with dread,

bit I will not back down, today my misery will end.

It must be done, I think

as I tip back my head.

The pills flood my mouth,

now it's too late, soon I will be dead.

I have no regrets

about leaving this earth.

After all,

everyone just treated me like dirt.

I start to feel dizzy,

the world spinning around and around.

Soon I fall

and hear a crack as I hit the ground.

The lights are dimming.

I guess my show is about to end

Now death is at my door.

My life has been condemned.