Fading Out (poems about life)

Metaphors

The temptation remains,
Day in, day out, the voices whisper.
Talking to me with silver tongues,
Sweetening the messy topic of suicide.

There are so many metaphors for death.

Finding peace.
Growing one's wings.
Following the light.
Meeting one's maker.
Putting out the flame.

They soften the harshness,
The stark reality of death.
Convincing me that it is as simple; as painless
As putting out a candle,
Or falling asleep.

They cover me like a blanket,
A lullaby to soothe the pain.
A harmless fantasy to dream of at night,
When my pillow is soaked with tears,
And my heart feels like it's going to break
Once more.

Pushing up daisies.
Finding a better place.
Closing the book.
Passing away.
Fading to black.

Sometimes, it feels like the only choice left.