In Defense of Suicide
IN DEFENSE OF SUICIDE
In this still room devoid of human voice,
Where imagination bends the knee to king of choice,
And ever vibrant memories dwell,
Bounce with delicious ease from heav’n to hell;
Why find return to daily chores?
Why interact with twits and boors?
Why not forsake me—let me be?
Why not remand me to eternity?
Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
Suicide in ancient Greece (and many other cultures)was not considered a crime. It was often a choice of honor.
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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