Random thought on Suicide

Random thought on Suicide

A Poem by LaPluma

I was reading the newspaper today and saw something that just brings me to tears.

Even though all this time has passed and the pain has lessoned through the years.

This time a pro football player was so sad that he wanted to die,

but a friend came upon him, foiled his heartless try

to commit the greatest sin of all, suicide.

He didn't die.

 

I grieve to think what can bring us down so far, a woman, a man?

I wonder endlessly why, how what pushed you so, I don't understand?

Yet, I feel the anger I have caged like a lion locked up inside,

this most horrible of deaths, yes, suicide!

He died.

 

My heart breaks to think that a friend or maybe my child could be so sad.

There isn't much I can do, It drives me mad because I've seen the bad.

I know he didn't think it could hurt me and others until we die,

the pain runs so deep and red, yes, until I am dead...

Your suicide.

© 2008 LaPluma


Author's Note

LaPluma
Please...always extend an out stretched hand to those who are sad.

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This really hits home, my nephew committed suicide, and also a friend of mine. It is so sad and I agree we should all extend a hand to those who are sad, nice write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I have often wondered what it might be that causes a mind to give up and give in; to self destruct. What sad state of hopelessness would trigger such fatal act? I pray that everyone outlives the answers to the question for; as long as there is life, there is always hope and yes, I agree with you fully, we should all extend our hands to those who are sad.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Suicide is not only about sadness, its about desperation avoiding shame and sometimes life is to much of a burden. There are always signs, but we as humans have gotten so selfish that we don"t make ourselves available. Its a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Have you ever stopped to talk to a sad person, give a strange person a flower. I always do a random act of kindness because it does get passed on. I have seen to many homeless and con artists that my heart has been hardened to their plight.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on December 21, 2008

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LaPluma
LaPluma

Meridian, ID



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I am of Latin descent. I am a product of the 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's and still producing. I started writing in the 7th grade by 9th grade it started to inclulde alot of poetry. I wrote about love, s.. more..

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