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| The Swan - October 2001 Walking past a gentle stream, You can see some bread being fed to an ill swan Still you question yourself physically, emotionaly or what The illness is insignificant. What is relevent is your concept of care. I mean take the swan, He could be you in a years time Sat in your room praying for someone to acknowledge your internal angst It's been present for years more years than a cat has lives. A life, or seven hum well why is a metaphor neccessary A year or attempt You just know the bread from tashlich is green and mouldy You got to act in initionaly and not after a severe onset or the stream of life will run dry evaporate and you'll lose the raft belonging to life. life, yours, and yours alone waiting for it to cascade free again in the boat, staying afloat when those around reported u dead. legs plodding along, work being done emotions heavy weighing you down as led looking out for a well trigger to remind what is the meaning to all this was to entail? |
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| Suicide � June 2001 The final straw for a coward who has become too afraid to carry on living, The voice says �I�m afraid of tomorrow and I want to hold on to today� The desperate desire to find a way to let out the way in which he feels. But some people cant find that bit of hope to hold on to. The only choice for the pitiful state, Who cries and shouts out in the dark and has no replies, From anything except their evil morbid thoughts. The lost individual, who knows know matter how loud he shouts his voice can not be heard, In time he just, Stops yelling and rubs away his tears. The people who finally understand the meaning as to why they exist. And they decided to find away to eradicate their dull lonely life. Just because they think that it is a way for their pain to subside away. They long to put an end to: Their sight, Their conscious and subconscious mind But most importantly a way to end their life. We join hands, Find unity as afterall, We are The wretched, The suicidal, The little people getting smaller, shrinking out of existence, We without meaning to ended up wrapping our inner worlds around ourselves almost as a safety blanket. And then we don�t give a thought, To the big, bad thing we know the norms call the world. We are ready, waiting counting the days, And have been doing for far too long. In reality we are longing to find the courage We, the suicidal, The ones who shop just for tablets, Do not ask for pity from you. Basically we just ask you to show us compassion and understanding but fundamentally we just ask for acceptance and not rejection. |
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| Do You Still Want My Life? � April 2001 Insides dying, World is collapsing beneath my feet, Feelings of worthlessness. Is the life of mine, stolen by you? I ask you to talk to G-d for me. Just when will my pain subside away? Each morning as I waken, It is restored. My mind says �mad cow� My head says �vulnerable child� Wanting to be liked by you. I realise there is no way. And yet, You still say, That you want my life? |