26 March 2014

Suicide Watch

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there was no mirth

no laughter

on the locked ward

I was under observation

on the suicide watch

.

it wasn’t the dying

it was the not living

that I yearned for

life had proved a burden

to great for my shoulders

.

the place smelled

like a funeral parlour

and if you listened carefully

you could hear

the sound

of whispered prayer

.

I saw a woman there

try to cut her wrist

with a crucifix

there was something

symbolic about that

I can’t put it into words

.

9 comments:

  1. Peaceful Flower27 March 2014 at 09:39

    Wow, this is absolutely brilliant. This is dark and deep and profound. Very well done!!! Peace

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    1. Thank you Debra -you are too kind

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  2. i can imagine the echo of my footsteps clup climp to the end of a new door to open a new destiny

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    1. New destinies take a lot of work old friend - but you are right - it was a beginning of sorts.

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  3. corridors of life chop and change but one must perceive the ultimate goal of birth and death.and make the most in between.......

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  4. very real, nice.

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