Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Thanatos II



The hollow despaired heart
loses the joy to give,
a blacken twinge imparts
exhausts the will to live.

A suicide note written in ink,
the gunshot wound to the head,
a young woman weeps
as her lover lies dead.

High above a high-storied building
a soul finds the conviction of pain,
an entrance to an ending
of something that can't remain.

A woman drives into, then closes the garage, 
leaving the engine running,
her lustful affair with death's barrage
is a cry far from cunning. 

The spirit of a teenage kid
takes to the drugged-up street,
there he shoots-up his final bid,
whilst his family succumbs to defeat.

The death wish of many
man will never know why
and the answers if any
he chooses to die.


- John Hardesty 

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