Pay attention now
The words are the key.
I’ll spill my heart
For you to see.
I fear but one thing
That being the same as;
I do but one thing for myself.
And very soon all will know.
But first,
Here is the path that I have made
Into memories I go.
I’ll share one you should know…
Dark.
Cold.
And all alone.
Trapped in a world unknown
Not my own.
I fear that one thing
I do for myself
Hence
This bullet…
That is mine...
Is just that.
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Author:
john (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Not funny. Cold, deadly, and dreadfully chilling! La, and reading it, am I complicit in the suicide? Or did I miss the riddle? hmm...rereading it, I think I must've...but what IS the answer?
It's up to you. That's the riddle. You choose what to do. We all choose what to do. i wanted to provoke a chill while allowing a reader to think about it more deeply. question: if you "are" every line in the poem what would you do?
Hmm....reading and rereading it....it really seems to be the step before the last...of suicide. I think I would only commit suicide if I was fully persuaded I was damned...but since the Lord is merciful and His mercy endures forever...I think we should never give up, seeing there is forgiveness with Him.....suicide is really a desperate thought which seems emotion must be driving to allow such an act, really......and then we can't excuse it, can we?
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