Suicide no. 37: When Light Exits
–by Derek Alan Wilkinson
Sleep, restless, yearning that
Rest. None for the wicked and/or/therefore
none for me.
That clawing. It is imminent: Demise.
We all fear it.
We all know it.
It (has the nerve to) “rest” in us.
to tear us to shreds—
that is, thatthingwecall our consciousness.
And with a loaded chamber onasixshooterrevolver:
I abstain from sleep:
Until I know, or atleastonceknew, that that fear
is forever silent.
For then, I will sleep forever.
Click. Load. Pull.
Inspired by The Daily Post’s prompt on “Mister Sandman:” http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/23/daily-prompt-mr-sandman/