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Entrusting

I know that one day
I’ll be able to press this knife
down to my wrists
down to the little veins and arteries
that pumps my life’s blood in and out

I know that one day
I’ll have the courage to stand
against the cold steel railing
of some random infrastructure
and plunge into the heart of a retiring afternoon

I know that one day
when I cross a street
recklessly, silently wishing
like how I’ve always wished for so long
a car will hit me, ending it all at last

I know one day
When I whisper in your ears
and against your chest
that I wanted to end it all
It won’t be anymore a wishful thinking

When that time comes,
I hope you’ll hear my heartbeat
distinct and alive for the last time
wrap yourselves with my sorrow, taste my tears
for I’m entrusting you my unsung history.

15 Comments

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    spiritchild1972

    August 3, 2013

    Wow, what an evocative poem.

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    Thedia

    August 3, 2013

    You’re a great writer, Pinkwoods. I hope you know that!! šŸ™‚

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    PƖ3TIC

    August 5, 2013

    I can totally relate to this and especially to the third verse, it matches the thought in my head almost word for word! Very well written.

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      Pink Woods

      August 6, 2013

      I don’t know if I should be glad or not that you can relate to it. But thanks so much for visiting. šŸ™‚

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        PƖ3TIC

        August 6, 2013

        Oh sorry, I read over that and it sounded bad haha. I had commented on someones post a few weeks ago, who was feeling down, that I used to wish a car would just hit me as I crossed the street but that eventually things get better. I was trying to cheer this person up but that verse of your poem was almost word for word how I described it to them so it was like Deja Vu! Sorry if I came off sounding so grim!

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    Stigma Hurts Everyone

    August 6, 2013

    Very powerful words…hope articulating them released some of the power and pain.

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    Kazi Mustakim

    August 20, 2013

    Often I wish for it….To walk away from everything like this…
    Longing to end this life full of despairs…I know how it feels like…

    Great post Pink… Love your way of depicting your heart into words…!!

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    Martian Poet

    August 24, 2013

    Its more painful than the reality in words !

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    bloodnshadow

    August 30, 2013

    That third verse is so messed up. I don’t mean it in a bad way. I could feel the pain while reading through this. Is it always then that I come to understand that behind every piece of art, there’s a living, breathing, human being who’s hurting. I love this poem! Thanks for sharing!

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      Pink Woods

      August 30, 2013

      thank you too for your kind words and for taking time to read this. šŸ™‚

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