Sliver

in quiet, shadowed moments of the soul
comes noises most callous
another’s truths, having
accepted as self-truth
voices in tones of false
friends mis-guided, within
their battles own, raging
on a meandering field of chaotic
babble

follows, often, clouded murk
weight to the shoulders
vistas bowed to graveled feet
even that citadel, that brick and mortar
that infallible stalwart
the heart
finds a doleful quietus

Having such thoughts, go to http://www.suicide.org or call the Canadian suicide hot line at 1-800-784-2433 or call 911. Please do, you are worth it, you have life yet to contribute to us all!