![]() EndingA Poem by Michael of Gilead![]() Suicide, is it ever the easy way out?![]() Cold dark morning gives way to damp grey day A six by six hole ripped in mother earth
A crowed surrounds Flowers trampled in the mud
Wet eyes, sorrow reigns Body wrapped in wood
Committed to dirt An everlasting rest
A man in black stands and speaks Words of empty comfort
Misting rain drives The faithful to their cars
Time heals the scared ground But not the wound Gun to mouth, trigger pulled Another life gone awry
Some things will always bleed © 2010 Michael of GileadAuthor's Note
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