Description: This is a lament to God. It was inspired by a recent failed suicide attempt. I want no counseling or anything of the like. I can get that elsewhere. I wrote this to express what I was feeling, and my frustration with the lack of tools. I systematically searched for something to hurt myself with, finding nothing. I could not find a blade, my pills have disappeared, we are out of cleaning fluids, and I can't help but think that I am being kept here by something. Call it Divine Intervention if you will. I call it annoying.
You have saved me from the pit
But for what purpose
What further plans do you have for me
When shall I have my rest?
When shall I finally sleep?
Pills are gone
Razors have disappeared
No guns, no knives, no toxin
Nothing here to end my life
No rope, no rafters, no end in sight
Why am I still here?
Remove my soul from this feeble shell
The darkness surrounds me
The nightmares never cease
Lord of Heaven hear my prayer
And grant me unbroken and dreamless sleep
i really like this. I can feel somewhat of a sarcastic rage that flows throughout the lines. And like you said in the description, it's annoying and i can also tell your iritated with all of your toys missing. Nice, i always look for emotion in a poem and yours shows plenty of that.