Just Another Last Breath Poem by Wilma Barnard

She presses the gun on the side of her head
For there is nothing left to be said
Her tears are streaming down her face
Leaving traces of fear in its place
She moves her finger to the triger
This moment now getting bigger

Slowly her finger she pushes down
The sound echos thru the room
Blood everywhere, death so soon...
Its just another suicide death, just another last breath

Now the newspapers are fighting to get the first story
Hoping that they wil get all the glory
Her body now long gone cold and stiff
Her soul already adrift
Her family crying beside her grave
Memories of her slowly drifting away
Just another suicide death, just another last breath....