suicide

Life is…

Life’s looping script begun to dull –
time to read what may follow next;
moving on, mortally perplexed –
self-loathing’s self-directed cull.

Chapters never lived to the full,
Stifled text, no pace to the plot
prompting the page-turn, phrasing not
teasing with syntax nor sentence;
no Third Act testing my patience.
Last page: The End. (life is the dot…)

Written following Ronovan’s Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – “Next”/a>

A Place Without Hope

Receding future out of scope
Brim-full with harsh disappointment;
As excess empty sentiment
Drip-drops to the end of its rope
Hanging from a place without hope;
Cried-out lungs failing, gasping air,
Striving more than mortals may dare
To ‘scape the nightmare staid awake;
Silenced for insanity’s sake,
As shredded nerve-ends wear and tear.

Written following Ronovan’s Decima Challenge on RonovanWrites – “Hope”