Poetry {Mostly Free Verse}

The light

Im surrounded by darkness no speck of light
I feel the chill of metal under my hand "tonight"
Is all I said
As I took the metal razor to my arm down I led
As I went down I could see
How could it be
I saw light
Warm forgiving helpful light
I could see my arm red with blood from the cut I made
As I took that blade
And went to my other arm
I said thank you to my lucky charm
With me through think and thin
Though every sin
Every inch I go down I see more
I suddenly can't feel a thing nothing not sore
But I see the light
It's getting bright
And I look down and see
No cuts or blood on me
That when I realized I am dead
And instead
Of hell I go to heaven because I didn't kill myself
You allowed me to kill myself
Because that light was heaven calling me home
If I listen closely I can faintly hear the devil calling a name
Not just any name yours