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Author Name: FreeMarkS 4 Comments
Date Added: March 12, 2011 19:03:15 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Suicide
It was really very easy,
Not at all like I thought.
I had feared it might be painful,
To take that fatal shot.

But as I pulled the trigger back,
And the ball pierce my heart,
It was at that very moment,
I felt my soul depart.

There I stood, outside my body,
As it twitched, and convulsed.
If I had watched with human eyes,
I might have been repulsed.

I believed my trials were over,
My victory was won.
But I was soon to discover,
My woes had just begun.

An angel appeared before me,
To tell me of my fate.
He said, "You must remain on earth,
To face what now awaits.”

"There are lives that you have altered,
And some you’ve left forlorn.
Others will have no future,
For they will not be born.”

"This act has changed so many things,
Through the generations,
Lost descendants will not effect
The rest of creation.”

"Now you must face the consequence,
Of what this deed has wrought.
Until the end of its effects,
For that is now your lot.”

"You shall be a silent witness,
To the seeds you have sown.
You’ll watch until the end of time,
Entirely alone."

This is the fate that I’ve endured,
Six score and thirteen years.
A fate that will persist until,
The angel reappears.

Thus I will guide this poet’s hand,
That I may now confide,
And tell you of the yoke I wear,
The price of suicide.

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Comments:
Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on March 13, 2011 11:19:48 PM Report
Haven't seen you in here in a while.  This is nice and so true.  You never know what God has in store for you:  people you will effect, events, births, life saving, who knows.  Suicide is the coward's way out.  It take a brave person to stay alive during these times.

I hope it was just fiction.

Good poem with an excellent message.

Gene

Comment By: Freeandrea on March 13, 2011 07:46:15 PM Report
it flows together well, very good and emotional

Comment By: FreeRyan Meckes on March 13, 2011 04:47:00 PM Report
This may be the most well written, well versed rhyming poem I have read on here. your very talented with your ords. I enjoyed reading this
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on March 12, 2011 08:10:16 PM Report


Mark:  brilliant write. 


 


Lady D





 


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