Eventually there will be a series of links here to various things, assuming I ever get around to it. But now there's only the one poem, so I may as well put it on here straight.
I wrote this several years ago, in late high school. I have no idea where it came from,
or what prompted it, since I have had a fairly sheltered life, and have never had any
experience with events such as I wrote down. It's kinda long, and doesn't rhyme. I just sat down in class one day and this came out...
The Final Irony
Two young lovers
lives shattered
stained fragments
He wants only
to Die.
If Life is Hell,
How much worse
Is Death?
Life is endless pain
Death is infinite peace
and oblivion-
Heaven.
She is not so sure...
Maybe things
will get better?
Maybe one day
the Pain will be gone?
But no
The Pain, Hurt unimaginable
Pain, Hurt, Suffering...
Memories.
He is determined
Death is all he lives for;
She can't live without him,
He can't die without her
She must choose.
To live, and suffer
Pain
Or to die, with love
Peace.
Pain or Peace?
Life or Love?
He is pleading
She loves him
She will go
where he goes.
It'll be all right,
it won't hurt; like sleep
Creeping calm
the drugs take effect
The dose too large
to leave any doubt...
One last
kiss,
a toast to happiness
Her eyes close
slow motion
She slips away
Smile... Peace.
He is nearly there...
Crawling coldness
Lurch, twist
Room swirls, spinning
Upside out inside down
Cracks and chasms
HalLuciNatiOns
It wasn't meant to be
like this
Struggle, gag
Retch
Vomit.
There is no Peace,
There is no Relief
Only Pain -
His salvation lies stinking on the floor.
She is gone
without him
The drugs are gone
without him
His life is gone
without him.
He is alone
Alone
Her peaceful face
gently mocking...
Alone.
What do you think?
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