How to escape suicide
The world became a heavy burden on your shoulder,
Like a wailing school boy, you beared the badge of grief
on your chest and grunt under the feet of misery.
The world became a whirling wind waging wars at you;
Here, you became stranded like a toddler in the forest
as you wear the raiment of confussion on your broken face.
The world became a raging fire burning you into shattered image;
Here, you’re left with nothing but fleeting ashes,
tattered cloak and empty hope.
You becomame a mere smoke drifted by the winds.
But night like this, stand by a broken mirror
and see healing staring at you in different shards.
Palm the weight of your fear,
Break the siege of your grief.
Become a city free of shattered things
Stretch your hands toward heaven
then blow your worries to the air.
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