Shaun Cronick

Second Thoughts At Suicide Park

One week before Christmas,
Tuesday, three thirty five.
A man stopped for directions,
He looked barely alive.

He asked at a fire station,
How far to Suicide Park?
The aim of his destination,
Before it got too dark.

Just four miles straight ahead,
A helpful fire officer replied.
Thanks, that's all, he said,
So sad and teary eyed.

A rope that journeyed with him,
He carried so tightly clasped.
His hope was low and dim,
Then pleaded till it rasped.

On arriving at Suicide Park,
He selected the tallest tree.
His emotions naked and stark,
What the hell's wrong with me.

He angrily tossed away the rope,
And quickly returned to his abode.
Kissing deeply his wife called Hope,
With such love, it'll never erode.

Topic(s) of this poem: hope, love, renewed hope, second chance love, suicide, thoughtless

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Form: Stanza


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Comments about Second Thoughts At Suicide Park by Shaun Cronick

  • Rose Marie Juan-austinRose Marie Juan-austin (1/21/2020 9:11:00 PM)

    A must read poem!
    Statistics show that there is an increase in suicide cases.
    This poem will definitely uplift the spirit.
    A great poem of hope and love.
    So beautifully crafted and well executed.

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    Shaun CronickShaun Cronick(1/22/2020 2:19:00 PM)

    Thank you Rose Marie for your superb comments.
    And you are correct around this time the figures rise.
    We nickname it the 'silly season.'
    Thanks again and take care good Rose Marie.

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  • Weeping WillowWeeping Willow (1/21/2020 5:31:00 PM)

    Nicely expressed piece, with a moment of sadness that turned around in the last second.

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    Shaun CronickShaun Cronick(1/22/2020 2:16:00 PM)

    Thank you Weeping Willow for reading and your kind comment.
    And your good self has a cool and superb name.

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