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The noose dangles
The gun's cocked
The water's deep
The razor's sharp.
The speeding train heads towards me
while I hallucinate my way out.
Stunned at the impact of your saving tackle,
yet satisfied;
my face is where it belongs
in the now wet, red dirt.
These scrapes are nothing
to the scars
my psyche must bear.
Dear God, I'm scared.
I'm fading
in the growing dark.
The noose dangles
The gun's cocked
The water's deep
The razor's sharp.
Thank God!
I feel you beside me.
**written by petra michelle**
11 comments:
NOTE: Please do not worry that this poem in any way reflects my thoughts. Memories of a friend who had gone through emotional upheaval lunged at me. I needed to try and express it.
It could well be any man in these times you are indeed a poetess. Sandy
I didn't think of it that way, Sandy! So true!
The last line makes me hope she's ok? K.
K., she's fine, but went through a terrible time right after she had her baby. The hormones can wreak havoc!
First, I'm glad it's not you, though I feel for your friend.
The poem is breathtaking!
Thank you, MZ! The feeling of helplnessness for a dear friend was the most difficult!
Wow, very heavy. Great work.
Thank you, ML's! It was with ambivalence I wrote this as it was about a dear friend going through a very "heavy" period. I guess my way of trying to understand the mental anguish she was experiencing.
I didn't think it was you-just part of life-that sometimes we all feel-or at least I have. Neat Vivid Expression!
presence is a good thing!
some things are very difficult
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