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