A thousand ways I cried for help and so it comes to this.
The ecstasy of oblivion, the sweet painlessness of bliss.
Tis too late to call me back, my life blood’s down the drain.
My sorrow was too great. I could not withstand the strain.
The signs were everywhere and often went ignored.
How many times I turned to you and desperately implored,
“Please don’t turn your back on me. I cannot find my way!”
My debt’s now paid in full, no cost left to defray.
If you think of me at all, I did what I thought best.
I went to someplace peaceful, where I could finally rest.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland