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Jan 2015
Come dark of night, let not my eyes embrace the morning sun
To ease this pain of soul and heart, the crying has been done
Refuse my mind contentment, end my sorrow with this gun
These bullets all are friends of mine, but all I need is one
Midnight strike!... Release from me this tattered, torrid scene
With sound that no one hears, I fear the silence can't stay clean
Tears shall not impede the lead that passes in between
Take away this pain I feel, take all that I have seen

Life it seems has played it's cruel and vicious game with me
I, the loser, though I find my freedom isn't free
The wind of discontent has blown, I sail a restless sea
No calm that stops this storm of thought, that rages within me
No parting of the hopeless, dreadful, dark and swirling cloud
Deliver me!... Unshackle me!, I cry this phrase out loud
Don't let the morning find my life in loss of hope, and proud
My finger on death's trigger, squeeze it once and I am out

Out of time and far beyond, is where I travel to
All because this rage of mind, these lies becoming true
Open up the chamber, the end of me is passing through
Allow my bleeding, broken heart,to lie here torn in two
Don't ask me now, I have no answer why love went astray
I cannot comprehend within my mind, these things I say
Perhaps in future years to come you all will feel this way
To rock you right down to the ground, you'll know my thoughts that day

I'll leave this note here on my bed, not sent to anyone
Believing that this final night will not return to dawn
I hold the answer in my shaking hand, I hold my own
Gone the anguish, free of crying...Torment when I'm done...
Don't let your mind be troubled because of what I do
I think I even want to feel it, sad, but this is true
What is it now inside my mind this love of steel, and blue
I write my last three words to Her in blood
Signed....
I love you.

Dean Evans
4-21-2010
dean evans
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dean evans  ohio
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