I felt that this particular situation deserved to be published. In a sense, it can be viewed as an epitome of the ambivalent state of the suicidal situation; the moment in which you become both the observer and the observed. It is a moment that few truly reach, with far fewer returning to tell the tale.
In my particular case, it is what I have deemed to be – the longest night – of my life, to date.
For those of us that are one pull from freedom, it is a concurrent gift, both torturous and bliss.
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Hey, another beautiful poem, Melancholy ! I like your style a lot ! It kinda reminds me of my own 🙂
BTW, I have gone through the exact experience your poem describes … my soul happened not to fly, that particular night.
Thanks for the comment.
I felt that this particular situation deserved to be published. In a sense, it can be viewed as an epitome of the ambivalent state of the suicidal situation; the moment in which you become both the observer and the observed. It is a moment that few truly reach, with far fewer returning to tell the tale.
In my particular case, it is what I have deemed to be – the longest night – of my life, to date.
For those of us that are one pull from freedom, it is a concurrent gift, both torturous and bliss.