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SUICIDE
By Lady Poetry
Suicide
Long days toil over.
A swarm of moans of groans.
As the 17:44 was cancelled abruptly.
The sky was crying yet again.
Transport ground to a halt.
Train ran over a broken heart.
Attached to greatly ruptured being.
Fragments of fractured bone, ground into powder.
Evening commuters trek, ground to a halt.
Transport held to ransom by suicidal jurisdiction.
As the train ground the bones of the deliberate victim.
(C) LIVVI
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Copyright 2014 Lady Poetry
Published on Saturday, February 8, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
DISRUPTED TRAIN TRIP HOME 7/02/2014Comments on "SUICIDE"
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A former member wrote:
I am not one to think suicide is a good escape. But I have also thought about it. I think a lot of us have. Death is such an endall to all. blah.
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A former member wrote:
That was short yet genuine. I have suicidal thoughts at daily (not exaggerating) but for some reason, I'm still here.
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