7th Annual Poems About Suicide Month
#4
Choice

An occurence,
an impulse; instanteneous.

No reason to,
it just happens.

No need to think,
No need to be sorry;
it just happens.

Something to peer down at in horror?
No, you can go about your day
around the corpse.
It was just a choice.

Whether on a happy day or a sad day
a bullet goes through just the same,
not delivered by emotion, but by impulse.
All it was was a choice.

Anyways, goodbye.
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RE: 7th Annual Poems About Suicide Month - by Semicircle - 05-01-2022, 01:52 AM



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