This is all I can say
about the suicide,
the attempt
to end my wretched life.
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And so you stand on the shores of recovery a bright beacon for those who follow -God bless you Bob
A great tale of sorrow Follows suddenly.. With a touch of joy Just by that institution called marriage! ! Humm... yes... 'An institution', that's always needed Alone, man can't grow, can only groan. Dear poet, very much touched by this sad emotional saga Thank god.. you gave it a fiction end.. else...? ? ?
I walked through this pain line for line, so happy to read a happy ending - no-one understands or asks when such a time strikes - after the fact they have a lot to say but no compassion.Just think, if you did not wake.. how many people have not and missed happiness? Thought provoking this write. Thank you Bob
Oh Bob, you were lucky! A well composed story that digs deep - about anguish and alcohol and the need to escape. So glad you life gave you the chance to make a different choice. A poem written with honesty and common sense. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Bristling with honesty and intensity. Some times, as they say, the darkest hour is just before dawn. May you and yours greet the dawn of each day with joy and good thoughts. And keep the poetry coming!
There couldn't have been a better ending.. They say we control our destiny.. our life's road and journeys are what we make of them.. seems to me when the road forked.. you choose the right way.. Warmest regards.. to you Bob and the precious lady :)
Except for the last bit, this rings many bells. Quitened alarm bells perhaps. Finely composed. t x
A story that has ended well, twist from sadness to joy, well done
You can never tell Bob, sometimes life after death is more beautiful, I guess so.