Suicide Suicide
An Acrostic Sonnet and a Double-Single Thought
In this day and age, I am supposed to warn the reader that the subject matter may be sensitive, as if worse events had never happened before and will never happen again. This is not a children’s platform, although some adults can be mistaken for tall tots and vice versa.
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Sun and Moon beneath the skin’s itching spring
Understanding is a small part of it
Insignificance was never a curse
Candidly passing the rope for a string
Impossible without within to fit
Deliverance as sleep without the hearse
Every animal condemned like a tree
Suspended between bluish and brown dust
Uncovered before a naked mirror
Imploring the Cosmos to become free
Carrying massive mountains of mistrust
In denial when the time is nearer
Do not cry for me warm Antarctica
Each wound could be covered with arnica
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Dedicated to Jean Améry. This is not a cry for help, especially in the form of an acrostic sonnet.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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so powerful. my dad's cousin had no one to talk to after her father's death. each family member had their own grief and closed everyone out. One night, his cousin, Jane quietly left their house, walked to the garage and drank a gallon of anti-freeze. She was only 15. So very sad.