Relativity of Suicide (or suicide # 10,214,213,135)

[ChristopherSea]

my bad October suicide poem

I cling to a crag with anxious hands,
balanced on cliffs aloft forlorn lands.

The ugly world beneath me calls,
I watch atop the mountain walls.

If I leaped, and like a rock should fall,
would I truly make a sound at all

with no one nearby
to hear?

[Todd]

Chris,

I know we're all writing to theme, but I do like this. I think your poem though starts with S3. That is actually a great observation. The tree falls in the woods meets suicide. I think I'd cut the first two strophes and rename the poem:

Does It Make a Sound

or

Do I Make a Sound

Nice write,

Todd

my bad October suicide poem

I cling to a crag with anxious hands,
balanced on cliffs aloft forlorn lands.

The ugly world beneath me calls,
I watch atop the mountain walls.

If I leaped, and like a rock should fall,
would I truly make a sound at all

with no one nearby
to hear?

[ChristopherSea]

Chris,

I know we're all writing to theme, but I do like this. I think your poem though starts with S3. That is actually a great observation. The tree falls in the woods meets suicide. I think I'd cut the first two strophes and rename the poem:

Does It Make a Sound

or

Do I Make a Sound

Nice write,

Todd

my bad October suicide poem

I cling to a crag with anxious hands,
balanced on cliffs aloft forlorn lands.

The ugly world beneath me calls,
I watch atop the mountain walls.

If I leaped, and like a rock should fall,
would I truly make a sound at all

with no one nearby
to hear?

Thanks Todd. I tried to put some sort of hook on the end of my silly suicide poem. Perhaps, I'll take your advice and develop this into something more serious.