How you consign yourselves to wither away,
Sustained by that which consumes you back.
Reaching out for your next dose of Death
Ever closer to shaking his hand!
The taste, so sweet of every morsel.
Each bite numbs a stagnant pain.
Disregard all helping hands!
Those familiar feed you poison.
Pride initiates your folly.
Compelled like Sisyphus, you carry on.
Delusion leaves you bruised and broken.
How long til beyond repair?
Grief that holds you under water,
Surfacing only to catch a breath.
All is cold above the surface.
Depths offer warmth the sun denies.
Anguish makes my body a shell.
From within I watch your demise.
Armament lives in thought and words
That my flesh cowers away from wielding.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A poetic reproach in a suicidal case slow and deliberate. Nicely written
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The photo lends perspective as the page unrolls this contemplation. Beautifully rendered with superb imagery and a keen poignancy. I love the photo, and the entire effect. Thank you for sharing.
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