A dash of light, the start of God
changed the life of a young man forever
suffrage, desperation
unable to look towards his wrists
the one armed man slashed his throat
minutes of his life remaining
confusion, agony
he wedged his useless body to the wall
there he stand on tteen suicide poetrywo feet
knife to chest, chest to stone
he stood for the world to see
he died of strength and maturity
Sweete this is the kind of poetry UNdestined. That islike the UNdead. they move but....
Your point is a plight on this planet, and while we need to be aware of it, you will bteen suicide poetrye fully challenged to put that point in rhyme and have others want to read it. It probably is not going to be done. It could be, but will be a challenge. If you accept that and continue with that style, keep me informed.;)
That's really sad :(
Not a poem I enjoy, really.
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