Suicide Note

(Confessional Poem III - The Goodbye Note)

Thank-you and I’m sorry lie hand-in-hand

On the grubby towel damp from the land

And if heaven’s a pawn shop in the sky

Then Hell’s an apology by and by

For grabbing the things I could never afford

And pawning the rest for little reward

Thank-you and I’m sorry sit hand-in-hand

With no towel now, alone in the sand

And if heaven is open, then Hell should be shut

If only that feeling were not in our gut

That it’s likely to be the other way round

With heaven up there - Hell here on the ground

Thank-you and I’m sorry will never suffice

To pay you back the extortionate price

I bled from you, year on year

By trading my faulty, emotional gear

Thank-you, I’m sorry, is all I've got left

I’m sorry that now I leave you bereft

To pay back my debts from your own account

For the nothing, we knew, to which I’d amount

Thank-you and I'm sorry, for letting you down.





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