Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Suicide

Ache that knows no bounds,
to escort the gone and envelop the ones left

Void that swells and flows
poisoning new wells

Circle that strangulates as much
as it delivers complete the play

Suffocating, open that gate
fly to safe roost

Solitude, sometimes even to live
is an act of courage

Only consolation is holding the hand
of fellow wounded

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