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Mon 6 Oct, 2003 07:42 pm
Good morning Mr. Round Hole world, I'm Mr. Square Peg
Today I will seek my piece(peg) reciever, and my peace
Goodbye to all who I've known, especially my niece
And to all my mates, remember the empty the kegs?
Life has been a struggle for me, I just never fit in
Eventhough I really did, It never felt comfortable, or right
I almost did it once before, you couldn't find me that night
My secret from you all is, I've contemplated it often
I'm ready to go now, my burdens lifted as if by crane
I'm not afraid to quit, I feel I must quit to win
And if you're feeling much like me, the end is the begin
I'll miss all your Gatlinburg's, and the icy, rumbling train
I've decided how I want to go, I want to fall through sky
Got out on the ledge, and took a long look down
My life flashed before my eyes, only to make me frown
Tomorrow the headlines read, I don't understand! That guy?
I recoil, lunge, stretch, smile, the ledge is my finish line
Too heavy for the air, too defeated to cheat the dare
As I fall, I look up, my speed increases, I don't care
Many times I stopped myself, this time I decline
The moment I suddenly stop, it's my final GOODBYE!
In your wallet I'll live, perhaps, as a slice of imaged film
A picture you took of me by surprise, on a whim
Oh, if anyone asks you, you can be sure, humans can't fly
What happened? It actually tickled when my soul slipped free
I can't believe it! My new home discovered by hitting ground
A mosaic of misfits and peg's, who's purpose in life, unfound
My soul mates, finally! I'm free to glide with other's like me!
Brand X.
I don't think it would be that way at all. When we go into eternity as a soul, all that is left off- is body.
Your poem is great, in it's thought pattern, rhythm, and scheme.
But please do not leave people with the belief that your THOUGHTS AND MIND, are left behind along with the body. OH no. I do not believe that.
Our spirit is MADE UP OF OUR COMBINED MIND AND ATTITUDE.
And it is the spirit that lives on. It only is reasonable to believe that a suicide victim wanders forever wondering why... why did he think shedding the body would bring any relief?
It is the MIND that needs relief, so the 'spirit' can go on laughing and loving and caring and living until death takes the body away from all this love... and then the spirit continues to be happy, unhindered by physical needs and pain. Be happy, Brand X.
I am happy, this poem was born out of several thoughts I had jotted down over time. I have never contemplated suicide myself, I've no idea why I decided to write about it.
Thanks for your compliment and thoughts, and your wonderful writings.
X
I read your poem with a spark of recognition - I would also not consider suicide, yet I have written about it -