Violence Is The Answer

What a travesty, I find myself in,
A pickle even, if you wish to say.
It’s like running in a race I can’t win,
Though I am still a-running, all the same.
I know I am my own worst enemy,
So what is it that I keep fighting for?
What is there left in for me to believe,
If with myself do I wage my worst war?
Not self-sufficient, much less efficient,
There is only one thing for me to do.
Determined and undeterred, persistent,
There is but one message I leave to you.
And for my last stand, I shall wield this knife,
And by my own hand, I shall take my life.




DISCLAIMER: I am neither encouraging nor advocating suicide. It is simply an element of poetry that I chose to use for artistic and expressive purposes.