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Suicide

NOTE ON THE POEM 

Suicide ideation torments and afflicts the lives of millions of people around the world. In my own life, the pain and torment of suicidal thoughts drove me in desperation to God; and to faith in his only begotten Son, Christ Jesus. Therein I found salvation, hope, peace, and the means by which to overcome such destructive thoughts. As scripture says:  But  be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind. Romans 12:2.  1Corinthians 15:3-4, Romans 10:8-10, Acts 2:38-39. KJV. 



Some kind of dark impulse
Of heart 
Of soul 
Of mind 
     Leads you to this place 
     Of impending doom, 

And after years of suffering 
In silence 
Of staring into the depths 
Of the human soul 
Of constant disappointment 
Throughout a short and painful life, 

You've arrived here as a broken man 

Cold sweat running down your forehead 
Your tongue as dry as the desert sand 
     And the last thoughts of a very troubled mind, 
         Gun in hand 
         Trembling with fear 
         One last deep breath 
         A loud bang 
         Then nothing else...

And later when it's all over 
And the blood is coagulating on the floor 
And someone arrives to find the body 
Cold and stiff as a marble statue, 

There ascends into the eerie silence 
A loud hysterical scream of madness, 

And later still, 
The awful question why...


         W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2005.

Posted 15th April 2019.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 4/16/2019 9:23:00 PM
Very well written! Suicide is indeed a reality. Some family members did not succeed and our victorious today...not perfect, not always cheery but nevertheless staying on the path that leads to God. Be blessed, dear friend.
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Date: 4/16/2019 6:59:00 PM
Sorry to hear about your past pains, brother in the Lord. I suffered for years with anxiety and panic attacks. Your poem is so honest. yours in Jesus, Allen
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