Standing on a cliff in front of a sadistic sea,
A saddened soul turns his back on all humanity,
Seeking a sad Death instead of human company.
He sees his easy Death as an end to misery.
He need not be judged by God.
Sitting on the ground in a field of silent hay,
With a gun in her mouth at the end of a tough day,
A lonely girl doesn’t see bright colours only grey,
She faces Death as if revenge was the only way.
She need not be judged by God.
A dear old lady in pain asks to be put to sleep.
She begs her devout husband with a love so deep,
She cannot bare the constant pain and begins to weep,
She asks to be seen in the memories he will keep.
She need not be judged by God.
Others fear a wretched judgment by God after Death,
But a lifetime of fear and loathing and loss of breath,
The clear self judgement of a gentle soul is so tough,
The way you face your certain Death is judgement enough.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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Comments4
Great write
Thank you very much
You're welcome
Powerful.
Thanks mi amigo
Such true words David, we will all die but some want to chose which way to go, I don't though I will just wait.
Andy
Thanks buddy always a delight to read your comments.
A sufficiently delicate issue, I hate pussy-footing it yet cannot avoid it, in a sense. Very serious with a definite poignancy, thank you for sharing.
Well you are lucky because pussy cats have 9 lives. No need to worry for a while
Meow, meow, meow. P.S. in real life I do meow since there's a certain fellow who started it.
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