Loveless suicide

To whomever this may concern,
Tonight I bring you my last entry.
I’ve grown too feeble and my heart too empty.
I stand here with it in my hands,
The sweet blade loving my skin as it opens me up and inside is my surprise.
Not a single drop of essence is shed, but the pain within me is all I have left.
It is mine and mine alone.
I’ve staked my claim and this is gold.
No one will notice; I will go undetected.
The blade reaches my chest and I take the plunge that is my death.
No one will come running.
I will not plead for help.
I’m free from myself as I shout “nevermore!” and black out.

Little Bird

Little bird, your wings have spread and the sun is set

I gaze up into your wake in hopes I’ve made no mistakes

Breathing in your earthy and fragile embrace as your wings fan my face.

Little bird, your wings bring a sense of comfort –a sense of ease.

My pleas of content have finally been answered.

My frail fingers met your beak.

Gazing into your eyes and I can finally see.

A vision of the future, no matter how sad,

I can still follow my heart and the grey will be nothing but a haze.