Not Dead Yet Poem, by zhangyuyouyu, at My poetic side

Am I starting to lose my mind?

I hug the mirror

And lay my face against its cold surface

With my arms around it

I felt peaceful and comforted

I may be going crazy

I held the paracetamol tablets in my hand

And I asked the person in the mirror

"Are you really going to do it?"

She answered, "There is enough there but it will be gradual and painful."

"What if it fails?"

"Why are you talking to me? I am you and you are me."

And so tonight was not the day I am leaving

But perhaps the closest

Yet it is not worth it

I just need to hold on a little longer

I hid the tablets away

And took the scissors from my bag out

Maybe I can find a bit of comfort that way

This encounter reminded me of that time

I opened my window blinds

And my window

It is 13 storeys high

I would be gone right?

I was breathing heavily

And truly afraid that I wanted to do it

But the keys to the grills were not there

My dad had taken them away

I thought to myself...

He knows

jennie January 31st, 2023 10:53
As long as there is light there is hope for plants as well as us....as long as we breathe their truly are endless possibilities.

And yes dad always knows it all.
Gurpreet Singh February 2nd, 2023 21:03
Death is the biggest boon.
But I don't want " Only death".
I want to die in a way that
Nothing will be left after it,
I want to die to completely forget myself.
I think ordinary death will not meet the requirements.
I think love is the perfect choice for it.
Rumi once said I would die in the love of Thou.
Best of luck with your journey. And I know the end is not there for you.
My dear zhang

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