I die many times
But I'm still alive
B'cause I'm yet to shine
I tasted death many times
Like a chef tasting his aromatic soup.
I preached like a wilderness parson
Telling men to do apart with suicide
yet, I woo suicidal thoughts
I wrote romantic poems to her
So she can have me to her bed.
Depression visited me like sudden visitant
He oppressed me with extravagant thoughts
He impressed me with hypertension
Yet he feed from my dining table.
What is the reason of my poetry?
That rhythm and rhymes datums pleasant
To my ears and my heart
Yet, the theme melodiously sing death.
My dominant diction is horror
Yet, I cloth my soul with fearlessness.
When shall I sing the song of hope?
My pen cries every night wishing to cut hope
The song of suicide has dishearten him
He couldn't shape hope; he only digs grave
My white field leaves in utmost fear
Because she carries the message around
like a royal town crier.
Death lives like a fearless man
giving men a great thought
Even when their heart has no food
they feed on death's food
Because they have forgot
that the fear of death is more tension than death.
#say_no_to_suicide
#desepression_kills_faster
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