Quitter

All my hopes are lost,

Just gone with the wind,

And I quietly cry,

As I think of my wasted youth,

Who'd of known that would have a cost?

I want to die,

And that's the truth.

The air feels grim and cold,

And with my bare feet placed firmly upon a stool,

I hold in my hand a noose,

And with my heart full of fright,

I think of all I have ever been told,

But now I think a rope is my mist useful tool,

And around my neck it hangs loose,

With that I step off the stool and my rope goes tight.

A single tear,

How it shimmers,

Upon my cheek,

I give a final cry,

And away slip all my fears,

And my lights grow dimmer,

I wonder if anyone will find me before I start to reek?

And just like that; I die.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I lost two brothers to suicide. Left great sadness for the family. No-one knew their fear of life. Maybe drugs, maybe death was sweeter than life. One brother a child. Never saw her father. Sad and powerful words shared. Suicide leave great sadness for the people left. Thank you Angel for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote