Interrupted
Should I kill myself,
or have a cup of coffee?
-Albert Camus-
Being dead is blunt,
numbing and offensive.
Yet it is life and not death
that grips you
so hard that pain
is a plea for urgent departure
The impromptu of suicide
is interrupted
by an intelligent question
If a tree falls in a forest
and no one is around to hear it,
does it make a sound?"
The Stoic moment
of self destruction
is momentarily lost
The question deserves
an answer.
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