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.
Are You Reading Me?
8 comments:
indeed a sad state of affairs.
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...
It really gets my mind moving.
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'
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!!!
Hi nick, welcome. Thanks for stopping by and your comments. Sometimes the most direct approach works best ;)
very moving, especially:
perhaps despair
would never flare
with someone there
to show they care—
Hi Stacey, thanks for caring ;)
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