A Tale of A Little Boy

     Hello readers! This is gonna be my first entry. I had planned to share with all of you my self-write poetry. As you know, I'm currently a student and to be exact a first-year student in one of the IPTAs in Malaysia. I have enrolled myself in a cool course where I have learnt about literature and its relationship with the media. There, students have been given a task to write their own poetry and here is mine.

A Tale of A Little Boy, the title is. My poetry is about how I wanted to die but I can't die due to many reasons. It was a hard time for me. I have changed into a suicidal person. I hope that you could be more understanding and please be an open-minded person. Pull the trigger and enjoy my poetry!

 A TALE OF A LITTLE BOY

A little boy now turned 19

But all he could think about was dying;

Everything meant nothing to him.

Taking his own life 

seemed  the most natural solution,

but even now he couldn’t say why he hadn’t taken this final step.

This is a tale of a little boy,

who think taking his own life 

 is easier than swallowing raw eggs...

but still here...breathing.

Perhaps he couldn’t conceive of a method 

that fit the pure and intense feelings he had toward death.

A little boy looks up in the sky, 

"Why should death have such a hold over me,

 enveloping myself in its embrace?" he asks;

He feels himself like Jonah

in the belly of the whale;

He had fallen into the bowels of death, 

one untold day after another,

lost in a dark, stagnant void.

A little boy often told himself

That he really should have died; 

Then this world,

the one in the here and now,

wouldn’t exist...

It was a captivating, bewitching thought.

The present world wouldn’t exist and reality would no longer be real. 

As far as this world was concerned, 

he would simply no longer exist,

just as this world 

would no longer exist for him.

Thank you.