If I die- voices, loss of touch witih reality

If I Die

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If I am to die today, listen and please try to understand

I am not to be blamed, as

These woods are adamantly magical, although the sky,

Overcast and gray as it is,

I could envision the rain falling, though

No droplets seem to be touching the ground,

Paved with asphalt it is,

Black as a nightmare it is, and

If I were to have been attacked or strangled by

This strange person whose voice I have heard commanding me to die,

Some horrific humanoid creature that wants me damned, dead and gone,

If I am to die to day, it is to be my fate;

I just cannot persevere,

Not one more moment, neither a second longer, as

My pain has cut me so deeply,

I believe my time has come.

Please do not pick roses for me, neither

Wild flowers whether be wild violets, dandelions or

Let the morning glories open and laugh all they care to, as

I cannot laugh, but neither can I weep,

Though pain cuts deeply into my soul and the very core of me.

No rain has ever fallen from my heart, or laughter from my essence.

Somehow I cannot feel the raindrops no matter how hard they fall

Touch my lashes or braise my skin, and as

I try to collect the few leaves that fall from the maple trees in this forest

In the early summertime,

I hold them in my cupped hands so that

I may forlornly place them upon my gravesite

If I am to die today.

If today is the day that I am to die,

It will only be the obedience of some commanding voice or thought

That so cruelly orders me to take my life –

I know deep inside my core that this lurid command

I must obey.

I am forever on the run with the graceful and lovely deer that rule these woods,

Forever on the run I am from what has been deemed as reality.

If today is the day that I am to die,

It is my plight,

Suicide must be my fate tonight,

But please do not punish me for I am at such a loss,

So confused of what is real and what is not,

I must obey the lurid commands that permeate my mind so many hours of each day and night I am alive,

For if I do not I shall be destined anyways, to burn in hell,

If such a place exists, how can anyone know for certain?

Has anyone ever walked or conversed with the dead?

My pain cuts more deeply every single moment that advances on my inner time clock,

So tonight must be the day my life must end.

Please do not pick roses or any wild flowers

To place by my gravesite, just

Let the morning glories’ laughter entertain you as you

Walk past my stone and

Accept my apologies for leaving you- my family and the few friends I have on this planet,

I hope I have not hurt you as much as I am hurting at this moment,

But I must bid my fond farewells to everyone,

I have for so long been on the run

From what is real and also all the terrible thoughts, voices and beliefs that others have deemed as false,

I just cannot live this way another day.

So since today is the day that I am to die,

Leave a branch of an evergreen at my site, as