Thursday, February 14, 2008

Help

It’s no surprise
what’s on the rise
to flee the lies
they choose demise

with pills or knives
or messy dives
self-pity thrives
on taking lives;

perhaps despair
would never flare
with someone there
to show they care—

if signals shine
that chill your spine
don’t say “You’re fine!”
proffer a line.

8 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

indeed a sad state of affairs.

Bubba said...

The duality of your final line fascinates me. 'line' could have two meanings; a line in the sense of a 'lifeline' or rope... or a line in the sense of a statement or suggestion, as in offering an attractive woman a 'line'. Depending on which the reader chooses, it takes on a unique solution, I think.

A think-piece, for sure. Thanks...

Noah said...

It really gets my mind moving.

rch said...

Sorry for such a bummer on V-day but I heard on the news this AM that suicide is an epidemic, big surprise.

ps-Noah this was partly inspired by your poem 'Floatation Devices'

Nick Mathews said...

i liked the obviousness in the lines "to flee the lies
they choose demise"...could connect them to that piece of emotion of my heart i could never pen down. everyone needs help once in a while!!!

rch said...

Hi nick, welcome. Thanks for stopping by and your comments. Sometimes the most direct approach works best ;)

Stacey said...

very moving, especially:

perhaps despair
would never flare
with someone there
to show they care—

rch said...

Hi Stacey, thanks for caring ;)