Victoria Anderson-Throop Poet Classicism

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.

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Jack Horne April 19, 2013 at 2:54 PM love this one, Vic, and I know this was probably a catharsis for you

Sara Kendrick April 18, 2013 at 3:25 PM Different time different place..Great creative work that is very unique and cleverly thought out..Thanks for stopping by..Your comments were uplifting..Sara