...Abject Thoughts of a Sullen Moon

By SolApathy

Heart tied in knots
Memories they rot
Over-ripened
I blew past my stipend
Replaying the dreams
They became screams
I can no longer hear the world I fear
Buried too deep in my own tears
I am the abject deference
Death will be my severance
I escaped before it was too late
Killing myself before I became numb
My thoughts were my gun

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Published on Thursday, October 26, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I am the after, not the end-- I take your soul into my care so you may begin...Again

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Comments on "...Abject Thoughts of a Sullen Moon"

On Friday, October 27, 2017, Drea (1443) wrote:

Your work just resonates darkness. This was one of my favorites from you.
A former member wrote: This does hit hard, dearest. How each of us feel about suicide is a complicated thing, but we can all agree that loss of life is sad. I'm going to be thinking about this one all night, and my love goes with anyone who is entertaining this thought. Rebs:).
On Thursday, October 26, 2017, Lazarus Ominous (94) wrote:

SolApathy, this is a frightening take on the end-it-all-cure for life! I feel sorry that there are those who think that this is the only way to deal with the slings and arrows of this existence. I had a friend of mine who was stopped from pulling the trigger by his son. His son told him that if he was to do it, he had to do it in front of him. Needless to say he could not go through with that act of insanity. Now, about 7 years later he says that was the greatest act of love he had ever experienced. He is now no longer in that situation and he credits his son with saving his life. This is a profound piece of writing! Lazarus Ominous
On Thursday, October 26, 2017, worm (1194) wrote:

Sol... as I read this I could hear it playing in my head as a rap breakdown in the middle of a song... this is hard hitting, my friend! Kudos! ~worm~