a protracted silence and one in the chamber
My dark night of the soul
Has lasted over forty years long
Interminable, the blanket of angst
The gouge in my psyche
Damaging thoughts that urge more darkness
No lights permeating
I’m lost, never to be found
That face in the mirror holds no flicker
Black diamonds peer back
Empty, a hallowed polarised form
I’m lost afloat the raft of a gunshot
Wounded, a hole in my head, from one the chamber
After the protracted silence comes a thud
(2013)
A poem about someone wishing to end their life with the bang of a gun
