SUICIDE
Silence is too
silent outside. Much
more than it used to be.
Clock's voice is loud.
Heart's pace is slow.
Breaths extremely mildly
walking. Mind is totally
concentrated on white pills.
On black glass of brown
wooden table, that are spread.
Fingers are moving, in calculation
How many will be needed.
For death to be a matter of seconds.
Heart's pace goes slower.
Past bodies of time start talking.
To avoid breaking silence, only whispers.
A whole big chunk of Life
Lived, admired, enjoyed
Fought, won, honoured.
Crumbled in palms, now rejected.
Breaths, turned into deep
decision taken gestures.
Pills thrown in. Silence
spreads inside rapidly.
Eyes end up journey
in eternal sleep. Restlessness
of heart gets extinguished.
Caged bird flies away with glee.
Arms of Death caress.
Redemption it brings.
There is nothing left
Burden finally lifted.
© Nivedita