Suicide

This a poem a wrote when I was sitting at the park.

Outside is cold and dark and creepy

And as I wonder through the lonely park,

I grab a knife and cut my throat.

I die and look at God with pride

And then I spit Him in the eyes

For He sent me in this world…

What have I ever done to Thee?

To deserve such cruel faith �"

Being just another puppet

In Satan's show of life and death

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I guess sitting in parks can create so many imaginations...Well penned...:)

[Ash]

Ha, yeah. Thank you. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[zainul]

I am frightened.
Perhaps you did it in imagination.
I suppose you are alright now.
You look awesome with your blue hair dye.

[The Verse: A Poetry Jou..]

Attempts
Dan Navarrete

The blue cap is all I see,
The second I opened
Those two doors,
to find a way out.

Gulp by gulp--
It made my belly flip.
What a burn.

All for nothing for
I no little of sin.
I still am here,
It is not that I choose
to Ignore HIM,
It is he has chosen to
Forget me.

I lay in slumber,
Soon to be Awaken.

Just played with what you had and added my own lousy attempt with bleach!

[Ash]

I liked it, cool. Thanks!

[Lucien Maier]

hummm, well I don't agree with the subject matter. The words sting, and it is written very well. Let me know when you get to stories I can't wait to read a story by you.

[Ash]

Thanks a lot.

[Lucien Maier]

your welcome.