Sara Stowell - Suicide

It was really very easy,
not at all like I thought.
I feared it might be painful,
to take that fatal shot.

But the second that I fired,
put that bullet through my heart.
It was at that very instant,
my soul, it did depart.

I stood outside my body,
As it twitched and convulsed.
And had I still been living,
I might have been repulsed.

I thought “At last, it’s over”,
my victory was won.
I was soon to discover,
my woes had just begun.

An angel came before me,
to inform me of my fate.
He said, here you must remain,
for the judgment that awaits.

There are lives that you have altered,
who now endure this pain.
Some that cannot be repaired,
that your future did contain.

Children who will not be born,
throughout the generations,
And the impact they would have had
on the rest of creation.

Now you shall be a witness,
to all this deed has wrought.
Unto the end of its effects,
for that is now your lot.

And this is how it has been
six score and thirteen years.
And how it shall continue,
‘til the angel reappears.

So through this poet’s verses,
in you I now confide.
That you know the fate I suffer,
the price of suicide.

© S.E.S

Sara Stowell

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