Suicide Door

Suicide – such a nasty, nasty thing.
What measures bring it –
which have gone unseen?

Tis eye for eye, or I for nay,
but never in-between…
As thoughts degrade us – nearly fade us
bringing a death unclean.

For as the body lay –
in death’s embracing way –
mourners shower the day –
with tears of thoughtless loss.

For there lays he –
death certainty –
as others bear his cross.

© 2014 John Allen Richter

About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

2 responses to “Suicide Door

  • Sean Michael

    A lot young people commit suicide each year. Imagine what someone must be going through to commit suicide. One of neighbors here in prison committed suicide. They sure didn’t try very hard to save him though, in my opinion. I guess suicide hurts everyone in some way or, as the last stanza of your poem indicates, it transfers the hurt of the dead to the living.

    • johnallenrichter

      Agreed…. The survivors are those who suffer, generally from second guessing themselves wirh constant quandries if they could have done more to help prevent their loved one’s suicide.. I don’t understand death, nor why God has chosen for us to suffer it. I will never question His reasons, but I know it is the most harmful thing we have. Thank you for stopping by Sean.

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