Felo-De-Se
1 min readJun 15, 2018
“The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
A container stands guard
in the cluttered cupboard
waiting like a tombstone.
Three hundred milligrams
of lethal release,
bottled and waiting,
insurance against despair.
You open the cupboard
each morning, look
at it and wonder if
today will be its day.
It sits quietly waiting.
You choose to stumble on.
You make a choice to stay.
You close that door
and continue the struggle.
The deadly vial of
freedom and release
contained within, gone
from sight, but not away.
Until, perhaps, tomorrow.
