
Darkness became my daily plight,
No hope of the sight of daylight,
Nor the clear evening skies.
My workplace let me go,
I had become an excess luggage,
A trash best left in the garbage,
I had become a disabled zero.
One year, two years
And then three years too many,
I was deserted by my own family,
I knew it would happen eventually.
Two nights later,
I shot a bullet into my head,
It was my last act of kindness,
Death was my only savior from the darkness.
Great words my brother that good
Thanks for reading bro.
Nice poem despite the ending
Thank you 😌
Suicidal thoughts, so so dark. I love it especially how you put a story into it.
Thanks for reading bro...