Looking through the window he saw the black skies
Filled with despair and thoughtless fright
Deep inside him was warped and twisted
Didn’t realise that nobody is special and nobody’s gifted
And with too many when’s and too many why’s
He resolved it by making it his last night
We have a choice – to live or die
Every minute is a choice
Every breath is a choice
To be or not to be!!
Whoa lady! I truly hope that "he" is just a fictional entity..
ReplyDeleteAnd hopefully any person facing this very question always finds the strength within his very self "to be" no matter what life offers him.
the poem is based on a true incident that happened quite recently.
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