The Walk Ver4

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The Walk

Tired of it all
The bottle empty did fall
On the third floor
I looked out
Skeptical
Of the distance
Fatal or just painful?

I have had enough pain
Looking out, it began
To rain
For my final walk
I took an umbrella
I was that kinda fella

Strolling down the avenues and streets
The bridge called Freedom nearing my weary feet
I walked up and halfway across
Looking at the darkness swirling in my head
The river I am sure would consume me dead

So I jumped




                                                 The Bridge      part 2


Over to the side, as a car flashed by
Why that was close, close to die
As I stared down the murky river black
I decided not now
I will walk on back
On the avenue called Destiny
A robber jumped out
Your money or your life! He cried
I had left my wallet at home you see
Not thinking an identity would matter much to me
The robber seemed to disbelieve
As the gunshot rang out
I fell on top of my own irony


So I jumped


                                    Walking Back Home    part 3

Up
Brushed off my coat
He was a bad aim and was not about
Ran off scared into the city night
Even robbers, are born with fright
I was none the worse for the wear
Couldn’t wait to climb up those three floors of stairs
The sanctuary of my solitary lair
Death was just not in the cards tonight
Rum and the rabbit 
Left to fill me with delight
My drunken stupor, I fell asleep in my chair
Until with a jolt, tumbled onto the cold hard floor 
With drunken flair
Death was in the air

So I jumped



                                      The Apartment    part 4

Back up
Wide awake, how long had I slept?
My clothes were smelly and I had bad breath
Into the shower, alas it’s another depressing day
Suicide, I realized is a very hard game to play
I heard the telephone, must be my psychologist
Making sure I am alive if not at my wildest
Turned off the shower in a rush you see
Slipped
And 
Fell
Hit my head on the tiles with a crash as loud as can be

So my body jumped, convulsions
Then fell back on the floor
I am dead as death can be
Just a day late and no more












I jumped no more    :(

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Darren White

Date: 3/19/2017 12:47:00 PM

You just be safe my dear friend, always be safe <3

Tim Smith

Date: 3/19/2017 12:35:00 PM

I think you still have 5 lives left.

Paul Callus

Date: 3/19/2017 9:28:00 AM

Narration is a gift, and you have it, Arthur! After having read all four parts, I have no option left but to declare that I believe in destiny! Regards // paul

Carol B.

Date: 3/18/2017 11:59:00 PM

Arthur, you're truly a gifted writer! You can touch on some very difficult and important topics. Suicide has impacted my life. I lost a family member whom I loved a great deal. This certainly depicts a person whom is in a great deal of pain. I had a lump in my throat reading this poem.