Completely Incomplete

The collapsed body says it all,

Like dry leaves after autumn fall.

But leaves do grow again. 

Will I ever overcome this pain?

Smoke in my lungs screams a narrative,

Death is kindness in comparative. 

I visualize my body hanging to a pole,

Does death solve problems as a whole?

Cadaver speaks volumes of torment,

My alive soul has now turned dormant.

Reticent breath, ignoble body & empty pen,

This has been a life; Amen!

Untenable lies mere splash from mouth,

To me consternate answers were shout.

Impotent arguments became cogent.

I became my own self-destructive agent. 

Thoughts & actions were conflicting roguery, 

Reclusive was the idea of camaraderie.

Sweet pain, in no way I can catharsis, 

I invoke death to do its services. 

I carved my name on a bullet, 

To blow my encephalon's outlet. 

A hope in me whispered slowly, 

"Life isn't that chintzily."

A shivering body and teary eyes, 

Says a lot when pensively I lie. 

Vacillation between life and death, 

Serenade of bereavement and breath. 

Timing of hope was flukely close, 

For I can still sense the air that blows. 

Polemicist is the mind, 

Argonaut, of some kind. 

"Copacetic", is an alien concept,

Semblance as reality is kept. 

The void has made me deplete,

Some stories are better left incomplete. 

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