Writing

Seagull at Bonifacio

Requiem for Depression (2001)

a glass lies shattered on the floor,
a million crystal bits;
each represents a piece of me
which life no longer fits.

the pain i've felt i feel no more,
now numbness fills my heart
the loves i've known, the loves i've lost
each stole their little part

of what i was, of what i am
of what i could have been
and so i turn the future down
a promise never seen.

seductive now, a glistening knife,
blood running down my arm
past silver skin of cuts long-healed,
a lifetime of self-harm.

or maybe now a gentle noose
wrapped tight around my neck.
a jump into oblivion,
a body in a wreck

i feel i need to end this pain
to take it all away;
then, suddenly, the darkness lifts,
i live another day.

but who can say when next i'll snap?
and what that day may bring?
i live my life on borrowed time,
and hope for endless spring.