Well, hello, counselor...
You did say that is what you  do?
Right now I could use a good counselor,
Because I feel very blue.
My life is one screwed up mess
My behavior I have come to rue.
I can't explain why I do
All the things that I tend to do.

Do you have any time available?
I know that I have time free.
Nothing else in this world
Matters that much to me.
I've come to realize
How really alone I feel.
The deadly pull of death,
Like on a fishing reel,
Tugs at my sordid soul
And, I seal the deadly deal.

Quickly, deftly, I begin 
To slip down the river bank.
Into the cold water I slid.
Down, down into the dark  I sank.
It was as dreary as I has imagined.
As bleak as a deep water tank
Left half full for months on end,
With rotting leaves that stank.

Having come to a mushy stop.
Feet anything but firmly planted.
Opening eyes squeezed tightly shut
In another world, slightly slanted.
I peer into flat dull eyes
Of someone I know and like.
Chained by the ankle, to the
Lake bed with a driven spike.

When was the last time I saw her?
We hugged as she kissed my cheek.
My heart grew cold and hard, 
When last I heard her speak,
She told me she was leaving,
Said she would miss me much.
So I gave her a loving caress
With my own personal touch.

I smiled at her sweetly,
Then I turned to bid farewell
To all the other flowers "planted here".
I bade them  goodbye as well.

Gliding toward the surface
My face breaks the serene plane
A cool breeze dries my skin
As I struggle with the insane.

Somehow my mind is eased,
My loneliness has gone away,
The visit to my flower garden,
Has brightened up my day.