Lynn Stillman

Rookie (9/23/63 / Jacksonville, FL)

Assisted Suicide - Poem by Lynn Stillman

With much of a struggle
up the tower I climb.
Weighed down by anger,
by sorrow,
by my arsenal.
I reach the top
and quickly remove
the rifle from my pack.
Already loaded and good to go.
I find a target in the crosshairs
of the scope.
I squeeze off the first shot.
Suddenly, there is total chaos.
People screaming,
diving for cover.
Another shot rings out,
and another and another.
Now the police are arriving.
They call for my surrender,
but I answer with another shot.
Now they are firing at me.
Just what I was waiting for.
Their bullets are real,
while mine were only blanks.
I just could not fire,
that fatal shot myself.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Just a story.

Comments about Assisted Suicide by Lynn Stillman

  • Captain Cur (7/20/2012 4:37:00 PM)

    Death by cop! All to real. Well written.
    Blood mixed with gunpowder in that poem.

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  • Robin Bennett (7/20/2012 4:32:00 PM)

    also known as suicide by cop. You did an excellent job of telling this story, which is an honest problem for those who feel unable to go on, but cannot manage the thought of taking their own lives. It's a tragedy. Your poem was woven together with a great ability to tell a story mixed with your talented poetic skill. One of my favorite reads of the day! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 21, 2012

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