Poems about life and the shades of light and dark it brings.
Little Boy
You fell on my land
Devastation your command
Mushroom cloud atom bomb
Flash fire atomic song
Your heat melting skin
Blinding my eyes, deafening
Poisoning all you met
With words, the words
I will never forget
My Hiroshima
You said
As you turned your back
Killing my life with your attack
That all your love for me was gone,
Little Boy, you dropped your toxic bomb.
Selling Suicide
It comes knocking in the dark
Like a hawker selling wares,
It offers a seeing point that gives
Pause for thought about why I live.
It does not feel cold,
Does not feel as the time old
Image should be, man with scythe,
Just a whispering wandering thought
That slips in when I am lost and ought
But it gets in when I am down
But down deep, so it can seep
Into my mind and say quite kind
That I always have this choice,
No matter what, when all is lost
I have the choice to spare the cost
Of all the pain and suffering
By simply ending it, suicide
Has a temptation a mile wide
When other options seem cold and gone,
But I chose to carry on
Because nothing so final can be so warm,
Not in reality, not like the way
It wants me to see,
Death is a callous beckoner,
Promising warmth and sweet relief, end to pain -
But if all that remains
Is death and the grave, how does that save?
It has knocked in the dark
With a call clear and sharp,
I have pretended not hear -
It thinks that I am out,
I turn my back when death draws near,
It will never get an answer here.
