The day began with a rude ring, and a coffee ruined my new suit. I went to work ready for a good day, and went home that night to a work-less tomorrow. My Father is fighting a long battle to come to consciousness. The doctors tell me it'll be a Vietnam. My Mother sees what her eye's don't. So sedated in her hopeless dream of sanity. My Brothers turn their backs to me, Embracing the blackened fire of dissent and grudges. My Sister following my Mother, Red hands with steel to her children's throats. The sunshine of a new day Brought the beauty of a stagnating dusk. My love has broken the tenderest of all promises, Broken promises, poked by promiscuity. The cabinet stores a ready supply, of what I like to call my entrance to my glass prison. My friends depart for lands across the water, I haven't packed by bags yet. Rejection after rejection, It makes me wonder if there is any reason to keep trying. Facing it all in the mirror, I see nothing but my own delusions and shame. I planned for the last sunrise to be. For it shall be the passing of the sun to take me away. I write my last to the world needs to hear of me and I seal it in a red and black envelope. Feeling the immensity of it all, The view of the sunset before the last sunrise was appealing. I rushed to the door, and found a lone picture. Scribbled on it was a sign of hope. "I'm sorry. Let's go watch explosions in the sky next week. We need a chat. -sincerely, Your's truly."
"The cabinet stores a ready supply, of what I like to call my entrance to my glass prison" I think I like this line the best...nice poem!
It's about a person (hopefully not you) who has all this shit going on his life, who feels like his family's turned their collective back on him and who feels the need to get hopped on pills or whatever to get by. I think Anyway, well written. Keep'er up
Thanks you two for reading and commenting. Dragondust: I too, enjoy that line very well. My_december: Kinda, your right. A person going through with all this hardships, contemplating suicide to end the depression, find just one reason to keep hope through it all. In another word: One reason to have the light of hope is worth more than all the reasons to have the darkness of depression. But thank you for your comment. : ) I appreciate the interpretation, fairly close Just a criticism that i need to be somehow more clear on getting the message across.