Dark

[vixen]

Dark

The whispering spirits
call from the beyond.
The unknown abyss
yawns and opens wide.
No longer afraid,
she walks forward
letting go of the pain.
It’s not tragic.
she has comes to terms
with the shambles
that is her life.
That she chooses to end
it is her right.
Chemical imbalances,
depression
free will,
it is all a farce.
Life begins,
life ends.
It is all
out of our control.
Spinning, spinning
down, down
into the spiral,
into the open arms of death.
Control is an illusion
…And all goes
dark.

I am taking a psychology class and we did a study on suscides. I was reading a case study about a very intelligent woman who committed suscide and she journaled to the end. This poem was inspired by that case study.

[anirbas]

Very interesting, intriguing offering...
Provocative and relevant subject...
Thanks for sharing, Vix! Nir.

[brandnewmessiah]

Yes an insightful piece this is. when we close our eyes it's like seeing us die. great work Vix! ~ BNM

[michaellasalle]

Gripping, she journled to the end, thats terrifying to me. Wow what an intense indepth look into the darker shades of emotion, brilliantly rendered, Bravo!
thanks for sharing,
Mike L.

[dawness]

raking, wrenching gem. where was light when this was happening?? love this, vix!

[vixen]

thanks all, its an interesting, but scarey class. Vix