Death's Seductive Promise

• Hannah Siegers, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2011

Wallowing in a pit of despair, trying to escape life’s snare;
Weary of an existence, hard; physically and emotionally scarred.
A struggle worse every day, trapped in life, without a voice;
Suicide quietly luring me away, not giving me a single choice.

My problems are boundlessly deep, tempting me to eternal sleep,
Becoming unable to sustain, inside my head, my heart, the pain.
But death promises to save and tells me that I belong,
In the bed of the grave; to join their silent song.

Only to escape the emptiness, bathed in a pit of distress.
In this pain I dipped, wrote; the final little white note.
Inside I want eternal rest, to take death’s hand, let life go,
To plunge the blade in my chest, and let the warm blood flow.

Blood seeping over cold tiles, death wielding its devilish wiles
My mind, my soul, my body, dead; I’ve got no more tears to shed;
Never to be riled; no more dark moments, where no one cares;
And the pain becomes mild, as death, my whole body ensnares.