5th Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[philip]

Cycles

I take the pills, though not sick
half a bottle should do the trick

clasping a note for history's sake
I close my eyes...but then awake

upon a lounger on a silver shore
unsure of what, went before

and at my side, my loving wife
just one of the blessings of my life

then start to snooze, once again
yet a conflict brews inside my brain

while my conscious drifts, my psyche can't deal
with what is dream
and what is real