#NaPoWriMo day 5

Yesterday I was at a wonderful poetry night called Speakeasy, run by the beaut that is Kit Finnie. I did my first freestyle and it was a lot of fun taking words from the audience and creating a poem on the spot. Poetry is fun, even more so when you stretch yourself and it becomes challenging like… NaPoWriMo! Enjoy today’s poem, I would just like to add a disclaimer that I am not suicidal. That will make so after you begin to read…

Clapham Junction Thoughts 

I think I ought to stop taking trains.
I keep getting the urge to jump.

I’m telling myself I’m not suicidal,
I just have this fascination with being hit by a train.

I’ve started taking extra steps back on the platform.
I don’t completely trust myself.

Funny how my mind takes me back,
though it’s my thoughts that urge my body forwards.

If I ever get hit by a train,
this poem is not evidence of suicide.
I was pushed!
Investigate my murder!

Is this temptation to guaranteed destruction
a trait of character?
Do you relate?
Am I strange?

Funny how long my tongue has curled up into silence.
The most curious things in our mind we keep quiet.

It’s not a big deal.
I’m not ready to die.
I’m merely intrigued at what getting hit by a train feels like.
I can’t think why.


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