To Dust

"Suicide doesn't end the chances of life getting worse, it eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better." - Unknown

To Dust

 

 

excruciating pain that fills my lungs, that some call air 

it's the thing that can both save and kill me 

if I breath in the fumes that encompass me, 

the fumes that are carried into this car by wedging a pipe into the exhaust and in through the car window,  

would that be an easy way out?  

When I'm gone don't pray, don't mourn my loss, 

because it's not my loss, it's my gain 

the quicker I am to dust, the quicker I am at peace. 

 
 

Am I cheating if I skip to the end? 

Will I be remembered for my life, not my death? 

I start the clock and roll up the window, 

the carbon monoxide that surrounds me begins to thicken, 

my breathing begins to slow 

my life doesn't flash before me, but my decision does 

this is a mistake 

as my body becomes weak, I accept my fate 

body still, smoke suffocating my lungs 

I am nothing, I am to dust 

 

Reviews

[Dave]

This is so graphic. I trust this was only an exercise in writing. Still though, how many of us have at one time or another contemplated taking our own lives? Let me refer you to a poem I wrote more or less along these lines. It is posted here. Dark Visitor.

Take care - Dave

[Joseph Mulpeter]

Hi Dave, thanks for taking the time to read this, yes this was just a writing exercise, i wanted to explore some more darker themes since my previous ones tend to focus on nature. I will give your poem a read now thank you :)

[Eleanor Melanson]

How dark and beautifully twisted.

[Joseph Mulpeter]

haha thank you!

[Jes' Pi]

This is one of my favorite topics. It sounds kinda morbid, but it is. The poem is delicious. Sad and honest, dark and pale. Very good.

[Joseph Mulpeter]

haha i know i love the darker stuff myself :p

[ROXANE DORSEY]

no way out, best take the long way n not the easy one. thanks for sharing.

[Relic's Bare Trees]

I had a friend that died in this way. My only thoughts when he died were that he copped out. That he was a disappointment. I still think of some of the good times we had, but that displeasure with how he ended it all will always be up front.

This was good.

[Joseph Mulpeter]

really, i'm sorry for your loss. I think suicide is never the answer, but i can see why some people choose it. I also lost a friend to suicide, i think we have to focus on the good times rather than the way they ended it. thanks for reading it :)

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem told a story of setting up for death and falling into her hands. The description and the thoughts brought the reader along till final moment. Thank you Joseph for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Joseph Mulpeter]

thank you for your kind words :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Joseph.