SUDDEN SLASH

Burnt, broken, crazed,

my body under stress,

why do the fates describe a story 

so dire for some,

for others glory,

as I sit in my room with face grimaced

with dooms black thoughts, I come

to nought and swoon in such disgust,

why does this life produce,

such turmoil and such fuss,

our brains work double time,

on things of no import,

 

not what we ought to do with time,

its far too short,

and when we turn to change, 

our age is in decline,

oh why drop into this abyss of deep depression, 

find some other ploy

to help the thoughts

they multiply and weigh,

when sun shines down 

relentlessly

on yet another day,

oh dank hole of desperation 

you draw my spirit deep,

like lethargy and sleep,

you drag and tug 

as if my feet were fixed in solid mud,

then how to walk,

each movement is delayed

and sudden fancies fill my head

with leaden dreams,

my body numb,

no more to tell, to see, to hear,

as numbed the senses seem to disappear,

there's only worries left 

to taunt my waking hours,

that even stretch as far as I can see,

with no end but one big hole,

in earth in which to fall.

Come to your senses man,

stand up

but no.

All frozen, paralysed 

and fixed right here

forever terrified 

and frightened to exist

I slash my wrists

and hope 

that I'll be missed.