Singer Joy

Purple... Purple;
Such a beautiful
Color-
You wore it with clever
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*I feel that people may misinterpret this poem; This is not my own personal struggle, and does not represent the way I feel. This is merely a poetic parody of an actual suicide note. Most actual poems about suicide aggravate me, and I find them pathetic and stupid. I apologize if any of you felt the same way about this work.*

It's not often that I find myself at a loss
for words.
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In this empty lot
Where children smile
And linger,
Empty, icy hands
...

I

Confusion of what things might come after
Her smile went dim and loving arms grew cold
...

Lose me inside
A hi-hat or ride,
Barely legible lyrics,
An insistent melody,
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When revealed and then reviled,
You could almost hear her
Think.
She, concealed and so beguiled,
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In context:
Meaning,
Feeling
Nothing.
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Call it a soul-
Your conscience-
Your sole penance
Remains whole
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With the mirror breaking
Crying, sick and aching-
Its reflective, glassy throat.
And the ashes feel like water
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Secrets were always,
(if perhaps not intended)
Meant to be retold.
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Loneliness laughs,
And coughs
Up a bit of lung.
(Excuse me!)
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In the spindly
Stairwell-
Spiraling...
(Spinning)
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In the heralding vastness
Of the castle!
There is austerity;
(That we all know
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It is the thing you offer.
With a golden ribbon;
You package
Nothing.
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It is a huge blockade.
You tell of the massive challenges it presents.
You launch stringent complaints
Of major frustrations.
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It is hard to tell where
This ends, and I begin.

When I see those
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Beneath the barren staircase stood
A box of metal, plain.
The curious reader questions 'Would
But what, this box, contain? '
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