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Saturday, February 5, 2011

Suicide


Deep in thoughts
and out of this world
sitting at the edge
he couldnt speak a word


For the eyes were tearful
and heart full of regret
'dont do this to me'
the words he couldn't forget


steps were amiss
and pockets deserted
hunger died every night
yet "stomach full" he acted


water mixed with milk
was a daily dose for her
less milk more water
she was a habitual drinker


she asked for new clothes
eyes were innocent
trailing her on the road
he wanted to confront


tired of the lies
and failures in life
determined he was
to bid 'bye' with knife


with his eyes closed
the mission accomplished
'bye sweetheart'and
she was unleashed


get ready and get going
his mind alarmed
having a look at house
he got disarmed


No malice was meant
but no money to feed
stgnant body of hers
started to bleed


Tears mixed with blood
as he sat by her
pale eyes were still open
making his vision blur


Where to go now
whom to live for
for the spirit is gone
body is on the floor


though feeling weary
he rustled out of the place
tired of the grief
he started the race


stumbled up on the hill
he reached aloft
gasped for breath and
hurled straight off


Flying down the hill
with closed red eyes 
"I failed" he said
"forgive me for the lies"

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