Help Him Help HImself

for the title a week group

 

I sat there and did absolutely nothing

As the razor blade rose and was dropped

By a hand shaking far more than my own…

Why must you raise it so very high�"

In a salute to the world that said you wouldn’t?

Caught in the spiders web

I was a spectator, nothing more

I guess I could’ve helped you

Maybe you would have remembered me in the afterlife…

Remembered me as the girl

Who loved you enough that

She would grant your final wish…

That she would help you help yourself.

Maybe others don’t see it that way

Hurting not helping

But the scars along the arms

Of the untold countless masses

Whisper silently of another way.

The razor kisses your skin

And in that moment I wish it was my own lips

Making contact, finally.

Caught in the spiders web

The one that you crafted

I wasn’t afraid as the blood welled up

But as you drove it in deeper…

With a violent lurch

I tore myself from the spiders silk

I tried to help you help yourself

But as you fell to the floor…

I saw the light dimming from your beautiful brown eyes

And knew�"

I would follow you into the chasm

Your last shuddering breath was testament

Helping me to help myself

For the final time.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Through the falls of others...we can find strength in the knowledge that we tried to help...this is astounding poetry! xx

[SpokenWord]

This makes me think of assisting a suicide or mercy cide I like to call it. I can only imagine that this person had no reason to go on or was faced with something more ugly than death. It is a deep even dark poem but I can tell it has emotions behind the ink the swelled the paper. Nicely done.

[nonno noo]

deep stuff! well crafted.

[nerdyrant]

Deep words chiselled out of numbing pain. Good work Shayler.

[Silent Knight]

Powerful and very well written.

[joshua deathdealer]

Excellent write!! Sad and powerful.

[solo2be]

Amazing poem, the emotion behind this is poem is heartwrenching. It feels like you are showing your heart to your reader.