*I pulled the knot of the rope
tighter, rather like one would
to secure a tie into shape.
The rope was well secured
to a narrow wooden beam
that insured that the rope
would not fail and I was
positive that the structure
would take the weight as I
had designed it to do.
I looked at a picture I held
in my hand and the image
made me feel that this action
was the required course.
Suicide!
It wasn't the life that I had
led that had stirred this desire
to end my days.
I had no upset for the vicious
attacks I had made or the thieving
I had done to procure my habit.
No, it was the death of a child
that had brought me here. For
while I journeyed into the realms
of chimera and fantasy. Whilst
I walked the light fantastic
this child lay in his own unknown
territory.
On my come back to reality I
was assured another vision.
This time though neither delusion
of mirage. The child lay dead
with the syringe still hanging
from his young personage.
As I kick the stool away the
knot does its job to perfection
and as I struggle my life
away at the sharp end of this
rope the image flutters gently
down to the carpeted floor.
It shows the image s of a man
and his young son, soon to
be reunited in death.*
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
*I pulled the knot of the rope
tighter, rather like one would
to secure a tie into shape.
The rope was well secured
to a narrow wooden beam
that insured that the rope
would not fail and I was
positive that the structure
would take the weight as I
had designed it to do.
I looked at a picture I held
in my hand and the image
made me feel that this action
was the required course.
Suicide!
It wasn't the life that I had
led that had stirred this desire
to end my days.
I had no upset for the vicious
attacks I had made or the thieving
I had done to procure my habit.
No, it was the death of a child
that had brought me here. For
while I journeyed into the realms
of chimera and fantasy. Whilst
I walked the light fantastic
this child lay in his own unknown
territory.
On my come back to reality I
was assured another vision.
This time though neither delusion
of mirage. The child lay dead
with the syringe still hanging
from his young personage.
As I kick the stool away the
knot does its job to perfection
and as I struggle my life
away at the sharp end of this
rope the image flutters gently
down to the carpeted floor.
It shows the image s of a man
and his young son, soon to
be reunited in death.*
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