It was really very easy, <br />not at all like I thought. <br />I feared it might be painful, <br />to take that fatal shot. <br /> <br />But the second that I fired, <br />put that bullet through my heart. <br />It was at that very instant, <br />my soul, it did depart. <br /> <br />I stood outside my body, <br />As it twitched and convulsed. <br />And had I still been living, <br />I might have been repulsed. <br /> <br />I thought “At last, it’s over”, <br />my victory was won. <br />I was soon to discover, <br />my woes had just begun. <br /> <br />An angel came before me, <br />to inform me of my fate. <br />He said, here you must remain, <br />for the judgment that awaits. <br /> <br />There are lives that you have altered, <br />who now endure this pain. <br />Some that cannot be repaired, <br />that your future did contain. <br /> <br />Children who will not be born, <br />throughout the generations, <br />And the impact they would have had <br />on the rest of creation. <br /> <br />Now you shall be a witness, <br />to all this deed has wrought. <br />Unto the end of its effects, <br />for that is now your lot. <br /> <br />And this is how it has been <br />six score and thirteen years. <br />And how it shall continue, <br />‘til the angel reappears. <br /> <br />So through this poet’s verses, <br />in you I now confide. <br />That you know the fate I suffer, <br />the price of suicide. <br /> <br />© S.E.S<br /><br />Sara Stowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-19/
