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the suicide note

Poetry By: kwakupobi
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its a poem


Submitted:Nov 21, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I sit to write not for myself but to tell my thoughts untold.

I may be jolly, I may be happy, but these are like the words of Thomas.

I sit in pain, I cry in vain for no one hears and sees.

I am but a piece of rag tossed about like the waves of a stormy night.

The pain, the rage, the hate, the anguish

All these have been set before me Oh David.

I try to find a way out but all I see is the broad path and Hades with arm open wide.

In sorrow I climb the stairs knowing that the goal of Life has been missed.

Father forgive me, for I am but lost and nothing on the cross to wash the rag.

My goal is set, my future is known like an arrow in the sky.

I have no choice, I have no thought but to sit, write and drink in joy.

I sit, no! I stand, no! I sit.

Whatever it may be I am lost in the sight of men.

In darkness I think to myself will this life be a rain of joy.

In darkness, in light, what a way to exit this life.

May you joy, may you dance, and may you lay palms as I enter into the world of the gods.

I sit, no! I stand, no! I sit.

As I watch me lay on my desk with pen in hand and my gateway pouring all over my songs of death.

I hope you joy, I hope you cry for I was nothing but an alien in your religion.





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