I am writing
I am flying
I am living
I am dieing
I have soared to new heights
I have sunken to new lows
I have seen cowards live
And brave men die
I ask myself why?
Who decides this life
Are we puppets
Do we have our own minds
I think I know
Occasionally things just make since
But then there’s those moments
When it all turns to s**t
Slime runs the streets without a care
While caring men pull out their hair.
Boiling, bubbling up in their brain
Until they can no longer
Take the pain
In a moment
In a twinkling of an eye
Something drastic happens
And a good man dies
Aug 27, 2006 12:59:09 pmby vaggabondd Homepage »
A friend of mine took his life a few days ago. He was 56, a father a husband and a very kind soul. I don't know what misery was trapped in his head that made him do what he did but I believe with all of my heart that anyone who was as kind of a soul as he was has to be in a better place.
Aug 27, 2006 1:22:52 pmby heartnsoul Homepage »
So deeply introspective, yet it reads with nerve endings exposed!
My thoughts before I read your comment.
My heart goes out to you and your friends family. It is so difficult for those of us left behind to make sense of suicide. It just further drives home that for all we know, we don't know. Please know my prayers are with you.
Aug 28, 2006 2:53:49 amby TallPockets Homepage »
Such a sad, but superbly written piece. Methinks we all deal with 'torments' of life in each our own ways? Some drink, some do drugs, some eat, some try to ignore their problems away while others attempt to buy material things to feel better.
I think, also sadly, there are MANY who walk this earth who are 'dying' each day in various ways. I'm not sure, from my humble perspective, which is actually worse? Dying as in above or dying while living? SIGH.
Your writings always seem to 'speak' to the 'human' in us all. PEACE to you and yours, KIND SOUL. TallPockets/brian.