Suicidal Cleansing
The gun to my head
Pulling the trigger I hear click
Dud
At that moment....
A flower bloomed in my heart
The tears racing down my cheeks
Carrying all my burdens with them
Smell, sight, and taste
Seem at the high sense
The view I captured through my mind's camera
Decolorize
Vanishing the darkness that lingered
Rigorous self hatred
Now reunited with passion
Smoothing out my rough edges
Like God's hand is behind the sand paper
Opening my brains locked doors
Clearing out that skeleton of death out the closet
Making plenty space for magnitude of greatness
To evict my minds confusion
Giving back total control
Collecting the keys to life
Kicking out my head's bad tenants
Becoming the landlord of me again
Now no longer neighbors of the noisy demons
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"Becoming the landlord of me again" ~ love it!!..... this is filled with some great imagery and powerful metaphors that contribute to what (ultimately) is a fantastic piece!!.... you've taken on some serious subject matter here and hit a home run with it!!..... Well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered!!.....ALL STARS!!...... well done DAVID!!....... seriously, excellent work brother poet!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?✳✴☀♥?
Hey as always it's a pleasure bro! Thanks!
well I've never tried to kill myself. I knew a guy once who told me he did, and the bullet was a dud. So I would write about it , and write what I would of thought in that moment. Thanks again!
very interesting write linda j wright
Thanks! I wouldn't suggest anyone one to commit suicide, but I thought it was a pretty intense. For someone to go through that, and make it through. Then turn it around for a blessed second chance.
amen linda god bless you
Thank you