The Signal

a poem i wrote while i was depressed last year... tell me what you think...

I shudder,
the cold closing in around me,
this dark night shrouds me in quiet.
But I am not afraid.
I'm meeting someone here...
They've promised me the best gift yet...

As I wait,
I look around me.
The pillars of the city all around me,
they're enveloped in black.
I can only make out the outline
of a city that stands so tall.
There is a blood-red moon,
but it gives no light,
it only strikes fear in unknowing hearts.
But I know, and THEY know,
the secret of this night.

Then finally, There! In the distance!
a single flicker of light,
the pre-arranged signal,
letting me know that they are there,
that they have kept true to their word.
And then i'm on the move,
chasing the light,
I follow it to a place where not a single creature
dares to stir...
I get there, and hold up my end of the bargain,
promising to say nothing to no one before i go.

They place in my hand,
the precious tainted blade,
and we silently call it a night.
We head off our seperate ways, neither
daring to say a single word,
or create the smallest noise,
for fear of getting caught.
We leave silently,
me with my new gift,
making the end inevitable,
and them, a new partner in crime,
an expirienced partner in a suicide.

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

you may have problems...BUT they are problems that work themsleves out in poetic movements. The relationship theme and the fear of saying a word to break silence, or do live and die together is there for the deeper thinkers..but you'll wrangle the teen ansgty crowd with blood red and darkness.

Two levels of good...booya

[freelancejouster]

dark and foreboding, nice work.

[D S Rollins]

It's so uncanny how emotions like depression and sadness, they are such a platform for good writing.