by Jennifer Colyer
Thoughts of death
race through my mind
Would anyone notice a light gone
Gone from this
world
Gone from the pain
Gone from the Abuse
Gone
from the violence
A light that never shined
Burnt out by the first slap
Burnt out by the first word
Burnt out by the first out
Burnt
out by the first time
Would they notice the
passing?
Would they miss the light?
Would
they see the hardships?
Hardships endured
through years
Years of pain and suffering
Suffering brought to an end
End of pain and misery
Misery seeing to the end of life
Life that held no joy, no love, no hope
Hope tells me
though
Today is not a good Day
Not a good day to Die
July 29,2001