Desperate Choice

I read a poem this morning in an email I received that was about suicide. It leaves so many questions that can never be answered. In my life, I have experienced that kind of depression a couple of times, and I was fortunate that I found a way to hold onto life. It is a desperate choice, one often fueled by the hatred and lack of compassion in our society today. Here is my write that was inspired by the sadness of that poem.

Desperate Choice

When sadness creeps upon one

and we see the pain it caused

it can reflect within us

and give the compassionate a pause

sympathy and understanding

are, these days, in short supply

so more feel the need to run away

or find a way to simply die

it is the saddest of all choices

given life there is a call to hope

but when desperation overcomes

there is no way to simply cope

I may call a friend or loved one

in my hours of great need

and I always try to listen

to anything I should heed

I have felt the utter darkness

and despair to want to die

it is something that will haunt me

when I start out asking why

why must their be such hatred

for our fellows on this earth

whether they be friend or foe

all mean something in the chain of birth

for life to have a greater meaning

then just a span of given time

we must seek to leave a portion

of ourselves in the greater rhyme