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UNFETTERED ANGUISH
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JOURNAL#7 where does the term suicide hail from
and why is it a chose option by few
but not even considered by some
who after all wants their valuable brains
splattered across a wall
by the cold barrel of a an uncaring gun
taking away from themselves the right to do
what needs to be done
what so many (wo)men will do when they get to the
end of their rope
they lie, they deny, they cheat and or steal only to
still fall into the welcoming arms of diseased whores
and dope
so many people with such a hideous picture in their
narrow little minds can't fully cope
and these are the ones who lose a little more faith
each passing day and with it they gain a little
less hope
who placed despair into the reach of man's once
thought to be harmless hands
forcing him to re evaluate this position on which he
now shakily stands
we can not seem to let go so to hold on a little
tighter
yet we stand in so accusatory to blame the flame on
its fearless fond fighter
everything anymore gets left in the said to be healing
hands of the treasured term time
the rains gathered from many other 's tears
running this river only to the banks of the so
needed rhyme
I'm not so far ahead of the child who hides like a
coward inside
I'm merely in search of a new means to reveal
what I have so long now denied
I can't seem to give up a substance I only once
before tried
romance teaches a tough lesson to one's
protective pride...........
(written April 7,1992 pm)
