Suicide


I was running.
Kept a long run.
I wasn’t thinking
I ran for a fall.

I died in the air.
I died on the earth.
The trees knew their was no fair.
My life was so curt.

I saw a white light.
No-one saw me.
My feelings said it was midnight.
I was landed on my knee.

Now I see something.
I was into a church.
Now I was really seeing.
But I didn’t be courage.

I saw a coffin.
He was big and black.
I looked who was in.
And I went back.

I saw a boy.
A boy like me.
I wasn’t very joy.
I saw myself.

My hole family was crying.
I went out of the church.
It was me who there was lying.
The fall was a expensive purchase.

I was travel a few weeks.
I went across lots of thinks.
And met many freaks.
And then I lay the link.

On a day, I was in my old street.
There was my old house.
Then I want to went back to meet.
I heard no mouse.

“The house is empty.”
Is what said my sensorium.
I didn’t think it was likely.
It felt like a coventrium.

But I wasn’t home.
Or something like that.
I felt so lone.
I heard a noise very bad.

I saw a golden gate.
And an old man said.
“You are late.”
And I felt bad.

“I’m sorry.”
Is what I heard out my mouth.
“It doesn’t matter.”
He said loud.

“I don’t know what to do with you.
I send you to God.”
That was what I hat to do.
He opened the gate and said a lot.

I saw the field of honour.
And a big lake.
I felt a bit of humour.
I taste for a brake.

But the man walked ahead.
I had to go on my feet.
When I sad.
Because he was on my lead.

He across a wall by a dive.
I didn’t believe it again.
But saw it life.
I wasn’t in the begin.

I was across the wall by a dive.
I was not by lord God of hosts.
There were my parents, my children, and my wife.
There am I, a ghost.