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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Amazing poem!
Thank you
Profound!! Deep poem regarding euthanasia or suicide, whichever you wish to call it it has its positive and negative elements depending upon the case. Mixed emotions and nicely written.
Thqqnk you so much for your insight .Much appreciated
One verse brings in the theme of assisted death - controversial maybe, But some continue on in a 'living death' and misery, pain, or sickness, etc.
Thank you for commenting
Intriguing words David, we all know we are going to go but I am not going yet.
Andy
Good to hear. We need your poetry mi amigo. Thanks for commenting
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