Please don't be frightened my friends. ..I am not about to kill myself...I want to enter that state of mind ...
Secret Diary of a Suicide
In the event of my death
Too early for my age
If I am not there for you
Still will you be my friend?
Will I still rate a kiss a hug
Even if it's on your page
An In Memorium a tear a sigh
For its slaughter on the stage
Like a whistle I blew for a while
The scent of the wind pleasantly mild
Blew hard then such vicious gale
Off course I went and I won't tell this tale
Do you know why I end this life
Why I choose not to rage the dying light
My early focus has blurred my vision
So now I am ugly to my sight
And do say you will wipe my eyes
by opening your own and discarding lies
For I hadn't the strength I must admit
The wilful sins of omissions I commit
I forgo my right to brave it all
Dwarfed by adversity I don't stand tall
I am wild and willing and wooing forgetting that all I am really doing
In that secret diary of
My Soul
Where I cannot hide but tell it all
I stab my stability and bleed to death...
And Now
I kill to escape my ordained fate.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
An acknowledgement to Dylan Marlais Thomas...borrowed from a phrase, "....rage against the dying of the light" from his poem
"Do Not Go Gentle Into The Good Night"
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