Person: He killed himself
Grief councillor: It must be very sad for you
Person: It’s hard to believe he’s not coming back
Grief councillor: And you must accept that to move on
Person: The bar steward is gone forever, how can I move on
Grief councillor: Bar steward?
Person: Yes; ‘bar steward’ means annoying because he screwed up my plan
Grief councillor: (blank stare)
Person: He was meant to be reading the elegy at my funeral, now I can’t kill myself until I make another friend willing to do it
Grief councillor: But you and he were friends, you must take some positive from that
Person: I will; he can’t tell me anymore what not to say in his elegy
The liberation from the standards of living by the acceptance that you are capable of ending your own life
The power that sets our fate into the hands we own instead of the expectations of those that would cause us harm
Just beware the lure of temptation on a bad day from hell as our own thoughts may lead to betray us with fatal results
I’m devilishly something which I admit in droves and would love to change
If only folks could tell what that ‘something’ is instead of buying up lynch mob supplies
“Ok; so maybe I was blunt, didn’t have to be that truthful and could hold back the venom a bit
All I said was ‘why is she wearing a pavilion designed by an half drunk monkey and that hair do looks like it could be in a horror show’, I can’t help that the hysterical woman has the emotional limits of an emotional five year old
But please Judge; I don’t think it deserves the firing squad, and I mean that bunch of ropey recruits look they couldn’t even hit the wall behind me if it was in their face
Almost as dopey looking as you Judge
…you look angrier somehow and I think I should really shut up now”
So the world so willingly offers help to a broken man
Positivity offered in abundant wealth
But the fatal catch is not to be overlooked
The only one to fix the damage and find new hope
Is the damaged self now suffering
And who has given up on hope
But if it keeps the world happy…
Let them believe thier attempts can have an effect
As the broken man quietly marks up his wrists!
There is a propietial moment in a life when something happens, an impact of such note it creates a hole
That impact causes fractures over time as resulting structural failures branch out as cracks which further weaken the whole
Pieces come loose and drift, some get lost as others lose thier value when detached from other elements that gave them meaning and worth
You are broken
And you ask; What if I could find the impact, fix it and maybe repair some of the damage?
And then you ask; Would you ever be what you once where, or is the thing you have become now quite simply ‘you’? Can you the fixed?
I ask you; What would you choose?
The myriad of open hands, offering suggestions and readily staring opportunities making noisy fuss wherever you look, but what?
‘Easy’ is a word we all rally around and with energetic rush clamour to take advantage of but those wisely walking folks, accomplished and with all the worlds rewards at their fingertips, speak with coolly toned advise about ‘hard work wins returns’
But looking upon the mountainous scale of the hill, flimsy boots with their dampening holes passing on the moisture to your socks, that ‘hard work’ is not so easy a contemplation
So you find yourself stuck at; I don’t know?
Has anyone got a good pair of hiking boots?!
A man can be a fool in the name of love but once with a women
As long as the offence is within limit
A second or third foolish act invites merciful fatality
For no redemption can cure his crime in the name of a knowingly fated act
Waters rose, tides got higher
He wasn’t her prince, but an inferior lover
Her wrath was one with the ocean, another claimed by the water
By the betrayal of a prince, many fell to her unearthly power
He stood eternal, she tried and made much a storm to end him
He took her pain and took it more, her tears the thunder
She made the man as her prince, a wedding under oceans
The souls lost to her vengeance, free to sail forever
Written in response to a superior poem I caught on another blog, if that blogger wants to make themselves known in the comments I won’t object