Poem: 'Be Gone' by Laura Petellat

Be Gone
by Laura Petellat

I saw a picture of you

Eyes looming in heavy discontent

That belies

A smile, straining to be kept.

I heard words from you

"I am happy

I wish for death"

A soul perilously balanced

Leaning the wrong way

I spoke to you

Words you hear

Without reply

Faith never shown

Reverent silence as you observe.

The taste of pain

You swear you control

As you fall again

Prentending not to care

Motionless as fear of paralysis grips

Sweet bouquet of the adrenaline

You crave, in waves

Of desperation.

Drug free as your aderinaline crashes

And you beg "Serotonin please".

For want of gentle touch

Those closest may feel you,

For fear of hostility,

You beg the rest,

"Be gone."

Of all the senses

In all the world,

Yours scream familiar

Howling gails in my ears

As silence falls and we question

Why are we here?