a hand full of letters
A hand full of letters with hand written envelopes
Is my legacy and all my life has amounted to
A short straw drawn, a street less traversed
Wouldn’t stave this ghost, this dark pain that haunts
And it takes my breath and thoughts
A blind night of persecution, cold this riddle spills
Down to a slow ebb of relief, tardy
Slow like a tide receding, quick
To return long, a high rise of freezing water
Dark fathoms, dark words written
Dark thoughts have lead us here
(2013)
A poem about contemplating suicide
