Last Thought
Pressing the cold barrel into his mouth
Finger trembling on trigger
Surely he started to reconsider.
For the emptiness inside
Contained then swallowed
Demons whispering cried
Softly speaking
The dying lies within.
Listening slowly
To whispers echoing
To give up his fight.
Begging his fault.
Until his last thought.
Based off one of the first EMS calls I responded to 11 years ago.
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Gives me chills. Only about a month ago, this very thing happened to someone in my church. Sad.
I hesitated to share this one as its dark and graphic. The scene left an impression on me that has since changed how I view mental illness, depression and addiction. Often the hopelessness and despair felt by the victim is unknown to those around them till after its too late.
I’m glad you shared. It’s a part of our world, and the restlessness of our society. I had to preach his funeral. It wasn’t easy coming up with the right words to say. Depression is, indeed, a dark, powerful demon.
Captured, written….. and felt, to the core by its readers….. this poem is alive!
this is a powerful poem. sad that one feels this hopeless but it definitely exists… hope this poem helps others facing this same issue. maybe they’ll rethink their situation and seek help instead…