Lying on my Bed

Lying in my bed
Should be calming
Yet a voice enters
My head saying:

Suicide.
Suicide. 
Suicide.
Suicide.

I try to ignore it
And concentrate instead
On the birdsong outside
And the distant hum

Of an aircraft.
I feel vaguely sad
And don't quite know
Why- perhaps if I try

To embrace the feeling..?
I close my eyes and-
Listening to the birds-
I try to pretend.

That I'm in a woodland,
But my mind worries
About the destruction 
Of woodland and nature.

There's perhaps little
I can do about this:
I'll die someday but
In the meantime I'll live

And try 
As best I am able
To understand the world
And what it means

To be alive.
And realise my place, 
Live a good life
And be respectful

Of nature-
The world will continue
To turn whatever:
Darkness is descending outside.

MDC