Thursday, December 6, 2007

Forget Suicide

//forget suicide

Forget Suicide
by Elizabeth Southwood (c) December 1997

I listen, the antithesis,
of callous people who dismiss
a post traumatic thought, or jeer
at those who evince cowardice.

When on high cliffs way down I peer,
I'm certain I will disappear
right off the edge. I make the plea
that I can't look without great fear.

Some "Nerves of Steel" will say to me,
"Come closer, stand where you can see,"
as I hang way back, terrified,
while they peruse the view calmly.

I am afraid if I complied
my terror would be justified.
I'd slip over, be nullified.
I'm not committing suicide.

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