I was what I was what is done is done But how I hate to disappoint my son!
A slow dance with death at 3:53 In the morning he will most likely be Disappointed even angry with me When he finds out I had to leave somehow I failed him once now fail him once again
The distance between life and death is now
I tried to but I could never explain Now orphaned like me perhaps you can see How it is to get to be fifty-two Life sheer and mere disappointment and pain To break deep enough for both me and you
I was what I was but was never free
A second time I leave you at the door Afraid to die but unable to live Like then I cannot be me anymore I only hope this time you can forgive
Sad a write, not like you at all. Glad you thought and asked for forgiveness. It was not meant to be. outstanding write though. Know many who are going through this and some don't succeed in chasing away the fears. They leave such misery behind for their loved ones to go through. Suicide isn't meant to be. If only they had someone to set them straight. You love life and know God, so this is just prose.
Great write Steven with a V! And I hope Felix is just looking into your write just a little bit too much!
"3:53" actually can be anyone out there...with a time, a place, a need to take their own life from what ever they feel haunts them to desire such an act. Suicide is stupid, but it is also undetectable by the one who is... I read this and see someone who is blaming themselves and feeling like they have to blame others too and thoughtlessly taking it upon themselves to say, Oh well, I'm sorry but...
Life isn't easy for anyone and harder for those left behind in regards to such an ordeal. I have read that it can also be repeated in generations too... Not sure how valid that is, but I have heard it runs full circle if you let it!
Write another poem just to let Felix sleep, wouldya!
Smiles to you!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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A very heartfelt write. You are an amazing poet, Steven. This proves it. Outstanding!
Many blessings,
~Linda
Regis
God Bless,
Lew
love Tinka
"3:53" actually can be anyone out there...with a time, a place, a need to take their own life from what ever they feel haunts them to desire such an act. Suicide is stupid, but it is also undetectable by the one who is... I read this and see someone who is blaming themselves and feeling like they have to blame others too and thoughtlessly taking it upon themselves to say, Oh well, I'm sorry but...
Life isn't easy for anyone and harder for those left behind in regards to such an ordeal. I have read that it can also be repeated in generations too... Not sure how valid that is, but I have heard it runs full circle if you let it!
Write another poem just to let Felix sleep, wouldya!
Smiles to you!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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