Just A Poem By Me
K. August
Sorry this is in the free icq card section of the site,
but I thought maybe there were others out there that could relate to this one.
Thank you for your patience in taking the time to read it.
 

My Pain

It was over, it was finally done...
Though I fought well, life had finally won,
I was ready to accept defeat...
Time to leave, time for retreat.

It was amazing I'd come this far,
But I decided this was my last scar...
The last time life could steal my dreams,
So tired of pain ...silent screams...

While tears slid slowly down my skin,
I was prepared to let them win...
So tired was I, ...no more to give,
It hurt too much for me to live.

I wrote each letter carefully...
Hoping friends would understand me,
But they could not know what it's about,
The feeling trapped ... being left out,

Of being cast aside by life,
Seeking escape with this small knife.
"You're a survivor." they'd always say...
Never expecting there'd come this day.

One more letter sealed with one more kiss,
Hoping to reach my total bliss,
I held the knife angled perfectly...
Ready to end what once was me...

No one could understand - not truly see,
How intense was my agony;
Nor feel the pain I felt was mine alone,
This was something none would condone.

But you see, I was so tired of it all,
I was alone, too bruised to make one call...
And as I made peace there with my soul,
I raised the knife to reach one more goal.

Before the blade could pierce the skin,
I heard the phone begin to ring...
"Should I answer?" I wondered then,
Not wanting to lose this courage again...

I'm so tired ... so very worn ...
It rings again, sounding forlorn.
Blade pressed against my skin...
Ring! Ring! "Let me in."

The clock ticks softly on the wall...
Ring! Ring! "Please take this call."
Choke on a sob, knife drops away...
Pick up the phone - nothing to say.

And all God's angels floating there
Through this friend showed they care.
As I look back I still recall
How sad it is to feel so small

To feel so trapped, so tired, so lost
Prepared to pay the largest cost,
To throw away this precious life
Beneath the blade of one small knife.

And it pains me - hurts me still
To know there's others who've lost the will.
I only hope before they fall
They take the time to make one call;

To reach that angel standing nearby
Ready to comfort, to let them cry...
And know it doesn't have to end
Somewhere nearby they have a friend.

© K. August
 

Thank you Brian.

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