(September 3,1992)

What do you think this poem is about?

Being Suicidal

I fancy a vague and distant mirage
Deceiving the truth like I'm in a cartoon
But as the whole world turns upside down
My dream bursts like a hot air balloon

As I go deep down to the depth of the hole
The more I play as a boring clown
Fate beats me with a razing whiplash
My life and soul depletes in a flash

Oh God! I wish you could end me in a crash
Or drown me in a pool or burn me into ash
Either way, please do act a little fast
Because my life becomes more tough and harsh

No living thing will stop and ask you why
I've none in earth to shed tears and cry
So let's be quick, you split my neck
I'll not bleed; long ago my heart went dry

I don't belong, nor I'd fit in some creed
By ripping off my heart, I'll be unchained and freed
I stop writing now, as only one thing to be done
I stare at my wall, seeing ceiling fan's metal lead

Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, January 25, 2013


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  • Phenomenal Poetess (3/18/2013 9:39:00 PM)

    This poem saddens my heart Aswath. You write with such courage! I've definitely been there before. But I want to live. Don't you? Live on and tell your brilliant stories. You are already inspiring the world including myself indeed.
    You have the gift. Continue using it for the greater good. I apologize that I haven't been on here for awhile. Keep the faith and be strong. Love, Phenomenal Poetess.

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  • Kavya . (3/8/2013 6:25:00 AM)

    there is so much of pain in this poem........be brave friend, there is light at the end of the tunnel, hope keeps us going....

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