WHY?

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Dear
I know how you felt
I know the feeling
Which runs through your body
I know the bitterness in your heart
I know the sourness in your blood
I know the disgust in your mind
I know the hatred you've got
For yourself and everyone
I know it
Because I feel it to

Those days when you're quiet,
Dead within yourself
And you sent signal to the world for help
Instead, they respond with cheers
They clap you to your death
They said they love your work
They wouldn't notice you are writing your obituary
For they read it while smiling

You write out your heart's pain
Every word is your blood
Every full stop is a hole in your heart
Every coma is a spear to your side
Every exclamation mark is a tear from your heart
But yet nobody noticed
Instead they call you boss
A boss of your loss

Oh! Dear
I have been through
This jungle many times
I've passed through the river of anguish
I have climbed the hills of pain
I have travelled the road of sorrow
I have drank my own tears
I have flown with parachute of despair

Still I made it out
Only to find myself there again

Dear
Suicide is the best pal
When depression woo you
That I know
But falling in love with suicide
Isn't the best thing to do
That also I know
For when you're dead
You're away from this world forever
The world you've fought for with your pen
You wouldn't eat the fruit of your labour in hell, Dear
Not even In Hades or Sheol

So, why no stay here
Why not stay a little longer
Why not stay for a while
Why do you have to die Rachael
Why do you portray yourself as a coward
Not as an Amazon
That you are

Why take me back
To the country of despair
Why!?

®Sam Petros
©2020

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