Strike one! Strike two!
It never quite worked its way to death
Trials and tribulations jeered
friends stabbed and laughed at my face
Love was a heavy price to pay
Once bitten, twice stupidity
relentless I fell in love, over and over again
Mocking lewd gestures stoked the fire
embers burned to ashes
tears sizzled at hurled insults
Quietly I sat, soaking in caustic gifts of the gab
Infidelity, those bite marks revealed
stripped of dignity, bound in enslaved ropes from hell
I gasped for breath, words ripped my soul apart
What quirk of Fate that I never quite made it
Those gates of Hell remained close
Fear of consequences, pushed the predators
to save the life they watched diminish minute by minute
Today I speak, the pain slits my core
of a life I wanted to abandon and live no more
Strike one! Strike two! It never really worked
I emerged, dirty, rising from my grave
Seeking my soul, courage to revive my waning faith
Never to work my way down those stairs
Never to cause such injury to my soul again
Solace have I found over these years
My poetry speaks of my pain
A reminder to those standing alone and afraid
That life will bring you to a point of light
All the adversity that whirls your mind and soul
All the ravages that exposes your heart to rust
Will be replaced someday for sure
No longer will the nights haunt and slice
You will face freedom and breathe again
It simply is a choice you make
To allow something to make or break.
Alive I am today
And grateful to be so
What I believe in, is what I know.
Author notes
Two attempts and I have survived them both. I went alive to hell and returned because at some point, despite trying to let go, my soul refused to give up. So, I eventually decided to let my soul talk to me. I heard the inner voices promise me that I will never let me down, that the pain and abuse I went through had a purpose to it. I can write about it and let others who feel they are alone know that they are not alone. Perhaps, that's my calling. I express pain and let words spill on paper. Those who need to identify to it, do and I pray then that they find solace and courage to rise to face adversity and move on for bigger things in life!
Decades have gone by and I have never been happier than I am now!
I read somewhere, if you want a happy ending, don't stop the story at a bad point. Keep moving till you come to a happy ending. And if it is not a happy ending, it really is not the end of the story yet.
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- Suicide And The True Way by DarkLotus4Life..
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Is It about Kashmir?
great work
you wrote deep from your heart
keep wiritn
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the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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very interesting
I can’t seem to find a favorite part I liked it all.
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Sad but Revealing
It didn't work for a reason; not an accident. You are supposed to still be here and you still have work to do. "Seeking my soul" (line 23) is exactly right. Writing, sharing, supporting others heals you! Bravo to you and what the future will bring to you and those you will touch. -
So glad you are still with us. Basically, what you say in your write is that we all have to hang in.
Interesting write.
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Yeah, that's the essence of it. I should also state here that it is hard to hang in there. The loneliness there when someone is in a pit is something else. One just wants to let go, slide downhill, float to some place. A person ends up shutting his ears totally to outside world. That's why, when we have to talk people out of it, it is so hard. They have more or less managed to seal themselves away from everything and all that is with them is the desire to just end life because they feel dead despite breathing. When you lose it all, you have pretty much zilch to look forward to. And that's what makes it difficult. To assist someone out of it is to look for the tiny gaps where one can possibly filter through. What a person says matters a lot but more than than is how a person talks to someone in that situation. Luckily for me, after the initial saving from physical death, I spoke to myself quite a bit. I had no friends, no hope, nothing...I really had to talk to myself...I used to take long walks on the beach right into the middle of the night, gathering myself together, crying, laughing maniacally, it finally helped when I started writing. I got myself a pup...that helped tremendously. Their unconditional love really perks up the spirit.
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You have been doing the right things. Talking to yourself works, and writing. But the best thing you mentioned is the pup. It helps so much to have someone to take care of.
Take care of yourself.
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love it... sad... amazing
its honestly an amazing peice of work.
i loved it
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Thank you! I am glad you like it. It came out of pain but well...I'm happy today so no regrets.
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Amazing. something i was looking for.
Honestly I loved this piece it's deep and I could feel it. -
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Thank you for this contest really. If ever you need any assistance with people you are unable to get through to, please let me know. I'll be glad to be there.
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