anti-sheep

An underlying sense of counting down –

A rhythm deep: enteric thuds –

Each another year to fret and frown

About, wading in the claggy muds

Of trial – to here, the blackened life.

A glint of blade had caught a baggy eye,

Sparking thoughts to jump the fence.

Could I grasp the handle – was I shy

Of what I had to do and hence remain

Enshrined in overwhelming strife?

The metal winked at me again

To beg the possibility

Of halting once and all the pain

To relish an eternity

Of rested shoulders,

Peace of mind;

So here, my wrist

For ‘quick and kind
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Why see the bleeding of another day

when hope is never reality attained

dreams always fade and love is only pain

all my thoughts are tears burning inside

so why see the bleeding of another day rise