Twinkles of time-joy we knew we understood this
fledging boy breaking away from childhood of
biking, skating, climbing winding through
pleasantries to adolescent turmoils.
Then time-moments we do not understand nor
comprehend a young mind struggling in an ever
changing world of tender minded men. Yet we
continue to study, work, forgive, never to forget.
Augustus / Redlands, CA / October 1987
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Suicide is a delicate thing to state a view on in a public space. I don't agree with it, but I understand that sometimes, pain can be so great that it appears to be the only viable option. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Delicate but part of life and truth. Thanks for reading and point of view.
You're very welcome sir, any time.
As someone who has witnessed a suicidal relative up close and personal, I relate to this to a certain extent. It's awful to witness. Great write x
Yea, selfish and awful.
Sensitive write Aug. I 've not experienced suicide 'close-up' thankfully, but heard some harrowing true tales of self-harm. Gives me the shudders!
Very sad - a life hardly begun. Yet it's sad at any age too.
Thanks for the comment.
I believe that some very brave souls bite off more than they can chew, and simply cannot see it through. Instead of suicide, my escape was dissociation, which robbed me only of part of this life, my childhood. I hold no judgment on those who took the route of suicide. This was a fine and touching poem, my friend.
I know about disassociation. I went there a lot. Thanks.
Sad yet superb -
Thanks.
Very good write Augustus
I really like this one..
It always surprises me, what ends up being liked. Thanks.
this is sad
Shockingly so in real life
This is very sad and at the teenage we are very confused about our feelings and emotions. I confess that when I was for teen I tried to kill myself because I was sure about that if I died my father would feel really sorry and would stop drinking and beat my mother. I was saved on time and still here thinking how a twisted mind can feel. Anyways, I did not die and my dad did not stop drinking but I told him if he would keep being bad to my mother next time I would kill him. The terrible thing is that he always treated me in a very nice way.
Murderous rage turned inward in your case. I understand. Thanks for personal note
Well, the funny thing is I could never hate my father but I always felt a lot of compassion towards him. Maybe wasn't his fault. He was born on 1920 and when the psychology and medicine was precarious. He probably had a mental problem that never been diagnosed. My mother never left him and died before him suffering worried about what was going to be his life without her. It was one of those love story that no one believes it exist. Thanks
Wow, the capacity of love is incredible.
Good write, my son was like this at one time in his life. We went and walked around a park for four hours and he spoke and I listened. He is fine now and in a great place in his life where he intends to stay.
How great you were wise enough to detect something amiss and help him work it out.
Thank you Augustus.
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