Melancholy on a Dark Night

WHEN sick with gloom and mental pain,
I all alone bemoaned my state
like one that had slid back again
into despair which damned my fate.

Disconsolate beyond midnight,
I troubled dear God with my cries
as I bore this bipolar plight
with burning, red, tear-laden eyes.

The night was long—I was distraught;
I longed for rest, to help forget
this sorrow's hold that's got me caught
like victims of a crashing jet!

Inside, I felt the Reaper’s scythe
as I thought of my suicide;
I could slit my wrist with a knife
or swallow pills to end this ride.

Or, like Sylvia Plath, I can
stick my head in a gas oven;
it’s painless—sure. (But then why plan
an end that’s clichéd and certain?).

I have thought of Virginia Woolf,
how she drowned herself in a lake:
I, too, felt swallowed in a gulf
of swirling sadness that could take

me to my death! Why did I feel
so alone and unloved now as
if no one cared? Why did I feel
so lost and forgotten? How was

I to know that—had I killed myself—
all my loved ones would have missed me?
“Yes,” I thought:—so I willed myself
to live (as I now turned misty)!

So I then found solace in this—
that family and friends do care;
and if I died I would be missed:
so I endured the deep Despair.

And then sleep came. And I had peace.
And in the morn, I woke to arising—
Joy broke in and gave me new lease:
and thus my life I ceased despising!




Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-29 at 11:57

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
This reminds me in a good way, in both form and substance, of Lionel Johnson's poem "The Dark Angel," dating from the 1890s. Do you know the poem? I think it would strike a chord!
2018-05-30


chuma okafor
You are not alone, but this one also brings to mind a pertinent question, in your words 'why plan for an end which is clichéd and certain' thanks for sharing.
2018-05-30