Suicide Poem by Louis Cecile
Suicide
I live my life in yesterday
The torment brings tomorrow
My sorrow plays a melody
Why I cry
Walk by the river I want to die
Sigh because I am weary
Can anyone hear me
I flee to a new world
A dream a galaxy
It relaxes me and taxes me
What a price to pay
My astral body floats in the bay
My spirit I can’t hear it
What have I done
Life is hard when you mentally die young
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4/25/2024 6:04:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To die mentally, when young, may give to life a hard harsh time, but I also hope it gives the chance for second life...Great write, thank you for share. I had a different experience with a river quite recently..