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The Suicide Note
Oh, Friend Darkness, if I fall
I pray my tears
Cleanse spattered walls.
Let this act stay our surprise--
Let others wonder and surmise---
My actions hold no one to blame
But life echoes barren as a solo game.
Empty arms are not the life for me
There resonates a hollow chill in living free—
No one fancies dawn
Keenly as I---
Devours azure fresh whipped from the sky--
Inhales auto fumes with glory like spring garden scents
Explores both skyscrapers and Bedouin tents—
Missing is the wealth of sweet delight--
Beloved warmth that guards my dreams at night.
Confidence that he matches never ending longing for my kiss--
Our half-smile code that promises future lazy hours of bliss.
Alone --all Color skitters past like white tail deer
Alone--all garden blooms are poisoned with my tears---
There is no hand to pull me through adventure’s trails
Or wondrous wit to regale me with absurd wild tales.
And so,If I decide to eat my gun before the morning light
Remember friend,
that Darkness has won the battle
but not the Final Fight.
V. Anderson-Throop
11/11/14
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Victoria Anderson-Throop
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