The Suicide

The Suicide short poem

Looking down, I can see only one thing…
Darkness as far as it goes, not even a blink,
Life’s an eternal abyss, I learnt today;
Winners see the light, quitters kicked away…
Myself was a winner (or so I thought), but fate decided,
To take a sudden turn, now there’s nothing left of me;
So here I stand, a thousand feelings and emotions clogs my mind…
Did I sense someone behind?
Turning back I saw no one…
How foolish of me; to think someone’s behind?
Who else (but a quitter?) would come here like me?
To get one’s life dead lined?
As I step further, foot by foot…
Stones break and fall into the deep unknown,
A suicide note’s in my hand;
Wish I had a magic wand…
That could make things fall back into place,
Deep somber hands reach out to me,
I look up the sun setting yonder…
In the valleys, does my head ask a question? I wonder?
With tear filled eyes I sense my very end…
And take a step into the eternal abyss called DEATH…

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