Forget Me as I Fall. . . .

Suicide. The death of nature. What does it mean to you?

Forget me as I fall
and stare into cupids eyes.
The devil smiles seductively as the
sky breaks away
and the soft grass
weeps as I touch

touch in from far away.

You wouldn’t catch me
even if you could.
God touches down with grace
and lets a sapling grow
in my place but the
damage is done and

there you are; with your
chain and claws.

You just smile seductively
as the stem buckles and
snaps, cracks between your
strength and mine;

no longer living
to live another day. Just
because you want the
world to become a shell;

just like that bag floating in the bog.