My Suicide Poem by Min Sia
My Suicide
Coldest wind touches me
Bracing me 'till warmth release
Tears of chained vow
White flowers all around
The freedom awaits me
Sunrise turned into blood
This air that I breathe
Soon will never be fresh
My wound cries for the grave
I cry for the deliverance
Death before my eyes
Your death, my suicide
...'This air that I breathe Soon will never be fresh'... Beautiful line...adds more severity to the situation you create in this write...strong scented, strong imagined write...ten for you, Min
Remarkably, beautiful minor....10.. thank you for sharing, Min best wishes Tsira
This poem is nicely written and life surely can be like a chain where it becomes hard to breathe though a creative soul always finds the creative way to let emotions flow.
ohhhhhhh! ! mam' you are one talented lady.....well penned!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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dear min, in this world, nothing is fresh except death.... well penned... 10 votes