Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain
both beloved affluential cognoscenti,
(took their life via cerebral hypoxia)
neither death can one explain
left family and friends to speculate
without lapsing into speculation
impossible knot
to veer off toward inane,
where fame nor fortune no immunity
against unbeknownst
deathly accursed mental illness
impact their adherents
plus affect large swath
of population in the main
cuz, (strictly my opinion)
the tightly woven
world wide web doth plain
lee meld humanity linkedin
by avast societal reign
forcing the global
community to train
energies toward heightened
awareness (yes in vain)
for those who tightened
noose around neck
as grief doth wax and wane
no doubt less prominant persons
amidst every walk
of life give admittance
to grim reaper, who doth stalk
every mortal being
tempting surrender soul
for eternal peace, where soul asylum
sacrifice forsaken to black hawk
swooping down soundlessly
to snatch priceless human life
subsequently, whence
benumbed onlookers gawk
aware how precarious,
riotous, and tenuous
the psyche offers no resistance,
nor doth balk
at absent awareness,
how collective adoration wears
a funereally ghostly,
horribly immensely
joylessly knitted veil
eludes measurement,
though nonetheless
unanimity that far reaching sadness
weighs heavy on tear filled side of scale
witnessed by grievous next of kin,
who struggle to accept severe de rail
ment of unsuspecting
hidden agony im pail
ling corporeal flesh gouging body electric
on par with a nine inch nail
jaggedly renting asunder
(an unseen male
strum) pitching one incognito,
no matter she/he appears hearty and hale
leaving a wake of inconsolable paroxysms
causing thee human league to ail!
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- Published: June 9th, 2018 13:13
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow. This is powerful stuff, this. And I love, love, love the formatting, everything becoming more chaotic and choppy, words being stretched across lines, madness and pain and confusion swirling together. Also, I learned about Anthony Bourdain's passing from this poem as well, so thank you for informing me.
It's all so sad. The only silver lining is that those who were in pain are no longer in pain...with the unfortunate side effect of casting their friends and loved ones into fresh pain they had never expected. :/
And I do concur with your opinion. The Internet, for all its benefits, seems to be more of a scourge and a curse than a boon. It may heighten awareness about suicide but usually does little to help...and often compounds the problem and the pain.
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