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A poem I wrote in honor of an acquaintance that just happened to share my surname. I thought it was worth sharing.

 

Suicide

 

She holds the knife tightly, her dearest, true friend.

She tosses it gently, and end over end

it soars through the air, till it finally lands

in the grim, death-tight grip of her sweat covered hands.

 

She thinks for a moment on what she will do,

on things which she never has thought.

She fears that she does something which she might rue

but she knows it’s the answer she’s sought.

 

For only in Death can she find her escape,

in life there is nothing but pain.

A use that cannot be called aught except rape.

Shall she simply accept it again?

 

Her hands shake but once, and once trembles her lip.

She raises her arms, and she draws her last breath.

She brings them back in with the knife in her grip,

with a smile on her face, she finds solace in death.

 

Her parents, they weep at the loss of their child,

her friends at the loss of a friend.

The anguish they feel drives some of them wild

and they too, at their hands, meet their end.

Posted

That was absolutly just amazing! I see so much talent in your writitng. The words captured my mind so easily and just kept it there[though thats not hard to do with a kender].. I hope to read more.. Thanks for posting!

 

GO HUSKIES! :wolf::lol:

 

 

Alaeha showed this too me.. TOO FUNNY!

 

The Rednecks Version

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Wow, great stuff. I, along with the others, was held to attention. (hmm... that doesn't sound right) I'm wondering why you chnaged the rhyming scheme as well, but regardless of the scheme it was a great poem. :D

Edited by Archaneus
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