Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who does not have enough to believe
On suicide or killing.
'Welcome' I tell him instead. A room with a porch.
The long marches of blood
Are the shining mementoes scattered on the paths.
Psychic smile of blue moon
Spreads in an extreme slow motion on a pale sky.
Myths are carried by some
Fireflies. We watch them furl and unfurl stories of life.
So, now suicide has ebbed.
But, still with the distant sails of shells I know
There are many faces of death.


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Point Karma !
I had to attend the funeral of a daughter of some friends who committed suicide. It was a terrible thing to endure.
However, I can understand the pain of unending depression. If that's where you are.....please seek psychological or spiritual help.
Or, it may be that you are putting yourself in the mind of someone, some sun who is thinking these thoughts.
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As long as you are live there is a chance for you to come out of the darkness and in to the light, out of saddness, and into joy. If you kill yourself, you have elminated any chances that pain will ever go away. For with out pain, one can not truely experience joy.
As stated by others, darkness can be all enveloping, but there is light. If necessary please seek it out, there are people available to help wherever you are located. I speak from a place where I know from others the devastation, there is hope!
Thinks of life before taking it. But in the end His early thoughts win. Great poem. Loved reading it.