Empty,
bereft of substance and light,
That cold warm feeling enter the night,
Come sweet dreams of angels and demons, take me now,
before I waken once more to a cold frosted heart.
Crawling, weary of troublesome primates,
What need of torturous compatriots,
Further the delaying of the building of the bridge,
I am not as yet ready to commune with the devils outside.
Tearful, holding of structures forbidden,
Mindful, most if not all is oft hidden,
Weighs heavy! The thoughts and control of others,
though they matter not in the greatness of the light eternal.
Feelings of others cloud judgment of my own,
Seeing no warning of those not yet grown,
How can it be that one with so much to live for
can take of their own life-force?
I've expressed my issues with the topic at hand in a poem within my collection here on Writer'sCafe. I don't much have love for suicide. But aside the issue, this poem is written very well. I think MayaStorm nailed it with his review. but great job mate, I shall stay around and wait and see for more
A person taking their own life is frustrating to think about. Crap I am so annoyed at this issue that I can't even put a thought together for your review.
Feelings aside...I liked the way you wrong this piece. You did it from the point of view of the person at the beginning and then changed to your point of view, that was very clever.
All in all ANGER ALL CAPS was a perfect choice for the title. I liked this piece
Yes..it is such a waste...I know what depression is and fight with it constantly but I would never do that...unfair on those around you and besides...I need to know what happens - so I shall stick around lol
Poignant poem love..I feel your frustration at such a huge topic to debate...powerful write!
xx
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