“A Vision of Things to Come?”
Light as a feather is how I begin
One pass over, not breaking the skin
It has to be harder, in attempting twice
Deeper still, when I make it thrice
In the shine of the metal, I see my reflection
The cause of it all, beyond recollection
The feelings, the temptings, the callings, the dreams
The smile on my face is not what it seems
I brush over blue, pale under my flesh
Sensations increasing the harder I press
I swipe it again, and watch as it leaves
A remnant trail of crimson beads
Just one more time and nothing will matter
No pain, no sorrow, no mind’s endless chatter
Tears stream as I dig, but unwilling to blink
Emotions are vacant as it spills down the sink
I can feel it now, I know it will cease
My being soon filled with an endless peace
But that moment is fleeting and in its place
A heart felt thundering, a relentless pace
The demons aren’t fleeing, the mind isn’t stilled
The anguish and trembling aren’t gone as I willed
Outside of myself, I watch all the while
As I slip lonely, pathetic, onto the tile
In the moments before I wake up screaming
Forcing away the subconscious dreaming
The body dying utters three words few…
THIS IS YOU
(written July 21, 2003…© 2003 LadyB)