The Voice

A young woman depressed turns to suicide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Debris of despair disrupts her mind

She looks into a mirror

Reflections of affliction stares back at her

Depression wrinkles her complexion

Lost in her own world,

She feels alone

"I'm here," whispers a voice

 

Tears no longer able to fall

Dried like a river in a summer drought

The sun shines outside,

But she sees only the murky darkness of gloom

Light of hope fizzles out

"Take my hand," whispers a voice

 

A mural of mishaps paints her soul

She is her own prosecuter

No punishment is too good

Death sings to her in a siren's tone

"Live," the voice whispers

 

Thoughts of suicide decompose her brain

Sleeping pills beacon to her

Death is her compass,

Direction to peace

"LIVE!" shouts the voice

 

A translucent figure stands before her

A friendly presence of love and calm

A voice of hope and help

She bows her head in prayer

Scenery of what her life could be flash before her

"Live," murmurs her Guardian Angel

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

Dark and deep and beautiful. Thank you.

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Good one..!!

[Jeremy Baker]

Dark and despondent.

[Dream Weaver]

Very edgy and deeply imaginative...

[Shep]

Time for a new mirror is what I think. I have hard time keeping my own thoughts . Love the poem. Nicely done.

[Star Wolf]

I like this a lot. It's nice it has a happy ending. I'm pleased her Guardian Angel showed up. We all can only hope we have one.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. To struggle with life is easy for all of us to feel. I like the way you wrote the poem. We all need a Guardian Angel to pick us up when we fall. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Marie Harrison]

Lovely poem.
I enjoyed reading it.

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

this was beautiful, it flowed in perfection

[Tina Kline]

What a wonderful and very heartwarming poem of hope. When we reach those very dark inner spaces we can only hope for a Guardian Angel.