Do Not Seize Me

A couple of weeks 

I've been in my Being 

Dodging you

Like a soccer player 

And demystifying you

But here you are

At my doorstep.

I have kept you at bay

By the vapes

Books, websites,

And social circles.

All these escapes

Seem futile

Since thoughts of you

Are in abundance.

I keep running away

From you.

You’re so fast

And soon catching up with me.

Sometimes I trip

And your opportune moment

To seize me

Is a millimeter

Away from you.

I rise up again

And keep running away

Panting.

I have a wonderful particle of me 

Whom I must see

Become a polymath.

My skeleton, ashes,

Or cadaver

Can’t witness this.

I want to finally be whom I were

Before I got into this world

Of fighting with myself

And being a vagabond.

While I have many reasons

For fighting this ghost,

Many reasons to pick the herbicide

Inside the sack

That hangs underneath 

The bathroom roof

And spray the weeds in my Being

Lurk around me–

The feeling of being in a lonely island

Brokenness and being a slave

Anxiety and darkness

Chaos every morning

Because I’m a cathedral mouse 

And a burden to someone.

I see you in many objects-

The ropes we use to tether sheep,

Dams I see 

On my way to the dens,

Heavy commercial vehicles on the highway

And farm chemicals in my tenets.

Do not seize me

With your long sharp claws

And frightful canines.

You’re coming so fast

And catching up with me.

When you seize me

I will rest

But my pie will grieve

For losing a great father.

My friends will lose a jewel

And my dreams

Will be buried in oblivion.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.

(Voyager of Words)

About This Poem

I wrote this poem somewhere in December 2023 at the verge of breaking down. Dear poetry fan of mine, please note that it doesn't reflect my current state of mind. Okay? More love.❤️

A Recommended Read– Suicide by Robin Barratt.

This book, which comes alongside other volumes, is a compilation of works of poets around the world on suicide and self-harm.

When someone deletes themselves from this planet, our arrogance and ignorance generates terms like 'I can't kill myself', 'He was in a cult' and so on. However, there's much more than that.

I have once considered that idea. To be honest, someone feels as if a snake got inside a gourd and since it's not possible to separate the snake from the gourd, it becomes obvious that the only solution is to smash the gourd with its contents.

Here's the thing. When someone is wallowing in suicidal ideation, they're looking for a way to eliminate something in their life yet it's attached to life itself. Can we be kind and listening, rather than showing the other person that they're weak?

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