Jason Page

Does Home Exist

Honey! Ignore what I once said.

Suicide lies in this bed.

They show themselves,

from time to time.

Its a symbolic thread,

darting in between my mind.

Honey! I see them,

them the dead.

They choose the colours to display,

its part of this gift I sway.

Believe! if you would,

it scares me worse than it should.

Honey! help me,

I need you now.

Nothing else matters,

but you, me,

tell me how.

Because soon it will be dead,

I am needing you,

enough said for now.