(7 Haiku)

How afraid am I;
I can't even kill myself;
I want death so much.

But, no trigger pulls;
No bulletes deprave my soul;
my anger is weak.

A future oblique,
and only lies when I speak;
Blood of my tongue leak.

Who needs a strapped chest?
There is no such thing as calm;
The human H-Bomb.

The self I detest;
This hatred is like napalm;
Once again this qualm.

When will there be rest?
I am crying for my mom,
As I weep a psalm.

Death wants me so much;
But I cannot kill myself;
How afraid I am.

-H A- 2006 by Hakeem Alexander