Blackness

KNive and pills
Guns and blades
So many options
So many ways

They say I wont do it
That Im really afraid
They laugh at me now
as the light starts to fade

12 hours later
I wake in haze
Still with a fire
Still in a blaze

Sooner or later
They'll be nothing to save
so leave me alone
with my razor blades

by Ron Farmer

Comments (1)

Great poem. Remarkable imagery with plenty of wisdom. Wonderfully written. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.