I know of a soul who acts as a friend
Suicide is its name, hear this, I said
Hi, it's such a life bomber, my friend, beware!
To the depressed, as a rescuer it appears
Alas!! With its sword, it's a life terminator
To yourself is your life, be a good motivator
Depression and suicide are friends of collision
On a paper, my pen dances, serving you a good impression
A word, they say, is enough for the wise only!!!
Face your world, I say, with courage and avoid their flimsy sorry
All wards with their war; everyone pockets a story
Suicide is a bomber; it cuts short your growing glory
But with hope plus courage, you arrive at your glowing glory.
- Author: Araokanmi Sheryffat (Arashet) (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 22nd, 2024 14:54
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
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