A Suicide Voice Poem by Thomas Gwanzura

And he said,
Its okay to fail
So much you have tried
Who said its a bad idea,
to just give up

He whispered
Cry until it bleeds
Invoke all melancholy
Crave for a deep depression
As you approach great relief

His voice sounded louder
He encouraged,
Feed on the lost esteem
Accept all discouragement
As nothing could be more true than it
As his voice had all solutions

He spoke confidently
That all expectation is torture
The beautiful light of the full moon
Shows a false reality of tomorrow
As all you meet at its cheerful dawn
Is deep sorrow

Hear my idea
He said
Why not walk down the forest
And find a huge tree to lay and rest
As you dwell among the lost hope
Tie all the joy with a strong rope
Suffocate them until they die
And let the wind push away the chair
For beyond it, there is great hope

His voice became distant
Echoing from afar
Loud in the mind
Smoothly penetrating the soul
Where did he come from
I do not know

All I know is he came with a message
An idea to a better passage
Dominating my mind with the truth
Words molded and bold
With his suicidal voice