Lights Off

by Baby Rainbow   Mar 25, 2015


I empty a pile of pills into my hands,
thinking of how many memories
I could easily wash away with poison.

I wonder how many I would have to swallow
for my lights to turn out for good.

My courage seems to grow
each time I contemplate this cowardly choice,
but the irony is that my courage for life itself
is vastly disappearing, and I find myself
fantasising more often about turning off these lights.

Saffie
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  • 9 years ago

    by Zabadak

    Scary stuff, Saffie, and I hope it is no longer true but an expression of the past! Couldn't bear it otherwise! You are a very important person to me and many others and our lives would be diminished without your bright light (when it is on)! Lol!

  • 9 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    You are stronger then you think. We all have experienced up and downs and found ourselves at our lowest point. That is when our strength comes in. We can't always be strong but it is alright and there is a helping hand. I really can relate to this poem and looking back on my life I have felt like this so many times and wished it was over.

  • 9 years ago

    by Edward Oropeza

    The best part of life is to have memories that can help us step forward, the best heroes are those who stand in affliction. Make tomorrow the best part of life you can dream. Dream of the bright future where you haven't it even in your dream. Who knows, there is someone who is inspired by you..good luck Saffie

  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    You know how you have said on my poems that you relate? Well, I relate to this more than I probably should.

    I like how imply instead of flat out saying what you imagine, instead you say your lights will be gone out for good, your spirit...

    I can so agree with the part about once you're that low, you realize how strong you are for overcoming it, especially if those moments and thoughts are temporary, you know you've survived them before. But there's still that worry and fear that you won't have enough fight, that the strength is leaving you, slowly. You're braver than you know though. And we don't always have to the strongest, it's okay to reach out too and have others support and lift us up if we aren't able.

    Stay strong, thinking of you!