Welcoming the End

Welcoming the End


Visions of my crumpled, lifeless body,
Haunt my aimless footsteps.
Spectres from the grave welcome,
This life-weary traveler.

Tomorrow that will not come denies,
Upturned eyes, the soft rains of hope.
Flames of sorrow and rage sear,
This tortured soul.

Ragged hell-cries of desperation rip,
And pierce my mind.
No sound is uttered,
Since there is no ear to listen.

Grief rises and swells,
Like the limitless ocean,
Swallowing this helpless, solitary victim,
In tides of comfortless tears.

Mother earth take this flesh, these bones,
To your rocky bosom.
Pull a cover of earth,
Over this last weary day.
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This poem represents a very bleak period in my life.  After expressing my feelings on paper I sought psychological and medical help.  I am now pleased to report that suicidal feelings have been left behind.  Depression will always be with me; however medication allows me to live a healthy, even happy life.