The Table

I look at the table

While on a chair, I sit 

Feeling so unstable 

And melancholy with thoughts of things I could commit

On the table

Seen is a metal object, with six little rounds 

Want to neglect with a click

And a deafening sound

Through the shells fall to the ground. 

On the table

A necklace to lift me above the land

A polymer rope, a copper wire, a cable

Let’s lose at the game of hangman! 

On the table

A container full of candies

To make me sweat and give a sugar crush

But surely they come in handy 

To stop life and its chaotic rush 

On the table

A pack of sharp metallic crayons 

My body starts to feel like a page

Let the reds be filled in 

This masterpiece can never be erased

So many ways to leave

An exit, an escape they enabled

Not easy but at last they do relieve 

I wonder as I look at the table

My soul flying away 

Mind and heart disabled

I committed into this love and I lay

Not on or at, but by the table 

(Lips tight, eyes closed, last breath)

(Away and away, lie dead by the table)