This moment …  lost in time,

Falling forward,

With so much reason and too much rhyme.

 

And you were blinded; unable to see

Past the lightening of your faulty knee.

 

Smoke this cigarette, take a breath,

What are you thinking?

Pondering such a death.

 

This moment … can you feel it …

It’s in the air, colder where you sit.

 

Now … no time for rest,

Life so near…

There and always out of reach

Not a second worth of fear.

 

Cleanse yourself in this water;

Towel around your eyes …

Seeking life unknowing

Void of all your ties.

 

Just a moment;

Let the sound pull away,

Floating … drifting

Before the break of day.

 

Faces loved so dearly

Let them wrap around you;

Take you to the darkest place

As they slip from view.

 

And all that you are missing,

No more tears to be shed

For you are in this  moment;

And this moment must be bled.

 

Written for my father who killed himself December 10, 2013.