A good man died today by vaggabondd
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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
Sometimes
Rarely
I think I know
Occasionally things just make since
But then there
Comments (4)
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.
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. ~Michelle~
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.
Breaks my heart to hear, will be thinking of the family and those who love him. Your poem said it all, and said it well.