I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Owu ike came visiting,
It was a moment of depression,
Reasons are best known to the spirits,
That paid me august visit.
I was in the state of obfuscation,
Indeed, my eyes saw my ears,
It was like a moment of living hell,
I can't explain the reasons behind the action.
The unknown visitors visited,
Instructing me to end it,
They were powerful invisible creatures;
Half-human, half spirit.
I'm happily remorseful,
To have left my families and friends,
In tearful moment of celebration,
Friendly foes will shed crocodile tears.
My children, I'm pained,
That I made you fatherless,
To my better half,
I'm sorry, I never saw it coming.
The world is wagging her tongues,
Blaming the action I took,
I'm sorry, I never opened up to anyone,
An unknown forces visited.
I have remorsefully crossed
to the other side,
Hoping to find rest for my soul,
But my agony has multipled.
My demise will live long
on many lips,
Some will curse and cause
my family pains.
Rope the vehicle of my transition,
This side a living hell,
Oh owu ike! - oh painful death!
Chineke napu Ekwensu ike.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 28th, 2024 05:03
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on SUICIDE; one intentional and unintentionally taking his/her own life. The traumas of life can make people end their lives with hope to find rest on the other side, some end up experiencing excruciating pains and sorry in hell, while some who had second chances before they die rejoice in heaven. Suicide is never an option. If you are going through a lot, talk to someone, it will ease your pain and likely find a temporary or lasting solutions to your problems.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Finding peace for oneself at the expense of others feelings that are left behind is a selfish act. Not that suicide can not be an option but it should consider others as well.
Thank you for your thoughtful comment.
Powerful work. Been so close to the edge myself like so many others. In hell, time slows down and down. There's no "escape." No choice in the end but to face.... the demons.
Beautiful submission.
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