Living Suicide Poem by David McLansky

Living Suicide



Who were you to kill yourself?
Couldn't you think of someone else?
Unlike me, you kept your distance;
I was there at every instance;

But in your gloom and depressed state,
You thought my feelings didn't rate;
Why didn't my love make you hesitate?
You've condemned me to a hopeless fate.

I danced around your black depressions;
Your muted thoughts had no expression;
You locked your feelings in a vault,
And now I feel it's all my fault.

If only I had done … what?
My wrenching thoughts twist out my guts
What was I suppose to do?
I couldn't get a word from you.

And now I stand above your grave;
I shout, I cry, I sob, I rave;
God-damn your stupid self-reliance,
You've left me standing with your silence.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 12 May 2014

standing with silence, I like it, thanks.

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