Suicidal Mind Poem by Joseph Brown

Suicidal Mind



I don't want to live this life that I do
I don't want to live in this world that's so sad and blue
Back in the dark recesses of my mind
Lies a lone bird of the suicidal kind
With black wings and eyes piercing red
That will only find comfort in the dead
It takes flight high above the ground
And thinks about crashing down
Or maybe fly high and loose its breath
And feel the intensity between life and death
Wings spread out, eyes to the sky, as I lay
While in a bed of ash on a mid-summer's day
Is a way which I've come to find
Is a complete haven for the suicidal kind

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was about 14 when I wrote this. My step-father had put me out and I had nowhere to turn. I saw no light in my life, and I felt as though I was at my lowest
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Joseph Brown

Joseph Brown

Baton Rouge, LA
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