GOING QUIETLY.

The night it was so quiet, hardly a sound was heard.
The silence only broken by the fluttering of a bird.
I lay by the roadside, my life’s blood ebbing low.
Thinking of the things that happened, not so long ago.

Six months prior I’d lost my job and lost my self-respect.
Eventually I lost my wife what more could I expect?
I hit the bottle and hit her I’d really sunk that low.
But when she said ”I’m leaving” it was such a shattering blow.

Deep despair enshrouded me my house was now a mess.
My furniture had all been pawned as I continued to regress.
The house was sold my share was spent and I had nothing left.
I only had my car to sleep in, and so I turned to theft.

I felt a sense of humiliation, like I had never done before.
When the store detective challenged me, as I walked out the door.
Policemen, handcuffs, fingerprints, it seemed beyond belief.
Through my drunken haze I realised, I was now a thief.

A lawyer came and words exchanged and I was out on bail.
The same thing happened a few more times; now I’m facing jail.
I couldn’t face the prospect of spending time inside a cell.
Suicide was the only way to release me from this hell.

After two bottles of cheap red wine, I staggered to my car.
This would be my final journey; it wouldn’t be very far.
A mile or so down a deserted road looking up I saw a bend.
I pressed hard on the accelerator my nightmare would soon end.

The car left the road and hit a tree at such a rapid speed.
As I crashed through the windscreen I felt my body start to bleed.
Now I’m lying by the roadside I hear the fluttering bird pass by.
It’s the last sound I ever hear as I slowly, slowly, die.