Still There, Always There

President's Day,

 

early afternoon,

 

standing out Q&R,

 

at the corner of Seventh and Thayer,

 

traffic flowing southward at an

ever-quickening pace because

the light is about to turn red,

 

and he wonders,

 

and he wonders,

 

if he should do it,

 

if he should jump and end it all

and leave a deep void in

the lives of many,

 

just leave them to see if the

name is screamed as if the

nine-mil of death has been

stuck into his ear canal and

unloaded three to five times

successively and respectively,

 

this is his mind on perpetual melancholy

and spiritual struggle,

 

all because of a few millimeters of

stitched tissue that is trying to give out,

 

and as he sits in the hospital room

finishing this piece and awaiting her release,

 

he realizes he must make that long walk

across Seventh and Thayer to get his car,

 

the choice is still there,

 

always there.

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

here you creatively highlight an internal struggle, with one of the many morbid choices that we are confronted with on a daily basis. you leave the reader with a temporary sense of relief

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A sharp poem with a very interesting twist... I love mind games, they sharpen our senses.

[Lilmissfit]

awwww thats so sad but then again it seems the sad poems are the ones that usually have more emmotions twisted into them than others. Your a good poet for a math teacher :)

[Cassie Fraga]

TRUTH!!!! your talent knows no end Mistah... thank you for sharing such a strong piece!!!

[Warren L.G De Mills]

Wow man this stuff is good! at first I didn't want to read it because I am not a big fan of poetry that appears to be so...out of order I guess but then i gave it a shot and you really left an impression on my mind! guess thats the mark of a good piece. Good write man

[Tim Lion]

Yep. It's always there.
'Should I be a live action hero, or a dead wormy coward?'

But, most days, that devil thought passes by like a mad typhoon, and leaves behind sunlight dancing on wet leaves, and woman tossing their damp hair around like parade confetti. Then, in the after-part, the choice seems so much easier. ;)

Good right. Real s**t. Leaves a mark.