Oblivion (Suicide Note competition)

 Suicide is flights ultimate form
For what can reach into oblivion?
Pain will surely lie ahead
But the pain I gathered to me will be laid to rest

Those who flourish here are fickle
For that is the core of this existence
Letting go
Of love and hope, wealth and power
Of gentleness and compassion
These burdens cut deeply into me
Hate and sorrow rub salt into the wound
Their weight combined has pulled me down

I die for the hope of a brief respite
To release the burden that now cuts into my flesh
I ran as far as the world would allow
But the burdens never left my back
So now I run to where I can take none with me
I do not know what lies ahead

I end in hopes of nothing

I know what this means to you who I leave behind
But you have prospered where I could not
Either I am too dense or your eyes were closed to the wetness of mine
You  knew me as the smiling traveller
Forgetting travellers must always  leave friends behind

True to form, I leave the rest of you today
This life was small and so too shall be my death
No great drama, no flash or bang
Neither in going or in coming
Just a little tug of tendon and of flesh as a razor opens my veins
The taste of cowardice from a bitten tongue, to accompany the dripping blood

I leave behind my words and a darkened grain of wood