Poezie

Suicide

white satin sheets

2 min lectură·24 august 2006

Mediu

Who could term this

act

an act that is complete?

A thin trickle of red watch how it seeps

As slowly precious life from her it does creep

Yes it stains the pure white satin sheets

Loosed from her prison now destiny she greets

In her death is there victory or just bitter defeat?

Let us ask

who with intense longing ever weeps?

As the wrecked young lives pile up in putrid heaps

Suicide is desperation it is the final sad end they meet

Could such loneliness and confusion be termed as neat?

In these Occasions of sorrow when nothing is sweet

When decadent lies are being preached out on the street

What are such needs that no one could meet?

Is your life one of horror and never a treat?

At a mirror you stair and it reflects your defeat

So your anger and fear you have learnt to keep in the deep

Rejected loves are the precious memories you keep

For tender words and touches you would openly weep

I hope now in peace you can finally sleep

No more a tormented mind to barrage or keep

In life’s flock you were but a lost baby sheep

In your hour of need why was I so weak

Tears freely roll down from my cheek

Life’s tragedies will forever keep me meek

For the answers to life I shall eternally seek

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wade. “Suicide.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/wade/poezie/200184/suicide

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