My world is empty far as I can see My enemy is not outside but in I live incarcerated to die free I die to live and as I lose I win Another martyr of mortality
The reaper brings his scythe to lay me low But cuts me free to fall so I can fly My seed will sprout tomorrow bloom and grow My way of life turns out to be to die
Up through the disappointed atmosphere Of broken promises and poisoned dreams Up up and away and away from here Where hate enslaves and yet where love redeems
When there might seem to be no hope at all Then autumn comes to free the leaf to fall All that I am might seem like none at all But my autumn is here now and I fall To feed my seed of immortality
Falling/flying, two ideas, fears/wishes of Humanity.
I particularly like the way this concept is expressed through the image of this line:
"Then autumn comes to free the leaf to fall".
You may be interested in reading my poem "Equations for a falling body"... and maybe tell me what you think.
Suicidal thoughts are part of our human condition; they are the result of our questioning mind, aware of pain. Isn't it natural to want to stop the pain? Fortunately, most of the time we find other ways to hush the suffering and simply (or not so simply) go on with our lives.
Axilea
Reviewed by JstImagine4Once (Reader)
Reviewed on December 15, 2007
Nicely written Steve. We all find our dark tunnels in life most difficult at times to see past the darkness.. Always remember, there is a light at the end of every tunnel even though at times we cannot see it. ~JstImagine4Once~
Stunning! I know a little about the "edge of the cliff." My mother and sister both committed suicide. And I've heard stories from the guys I've interviewed for my book on PTSD that talk about the dangers of depression and the power of hopelessness. I wish you peace.
Steve. When God closes a door, he opens a window. Live for him. God loves you. You serve a purpose here or he would have already taken you home. Talk to your Savior. I am praying for you.
God Bless,
Lew
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I particularly like the way this concept is expressed through the image of this line:
"Then autumn comes to free the leaf to fall".
You may be interested in reading my poem "Equations for a falling body"... and maybe tell me what you think.
Suicidal thoughts are part of our human condition; they are the result of our questioning mind, aware of pain. Isn't it natural to want to stop the pain? Fortunately, most of the time we find other ways to hush the suffering and simply (or not so simply) go on with our lives.
Axilea
God Bless,
Lew
This better be fiction. You have me worried...please let me know if you're okay...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*