Poem 2: The Jump

[Light]

Thank you Cordella. I was very depressed when I wrote this and felt that the only way to get the thoughts out of my head was to put them on paper in an ordered manner. I did so and by the end I started thinking, what will I really have gained once I kill myself? Then I thought to myself, all I would really be, assuming there is no after life, if a lump. No one, or at least not many, would remember the real me, the true me, my uniqueness, my smile, my love, none of that would survive, I would simply be remembered as that kid who killed himself.

Hi Light,

thanks for sharing a poem
your poem brings me on a journey where i can see aspects of myself...
which means for me, that you are showing a truth about yourself in your writing.
though meaning for the writer and the meaning for the reader can be unique and this is ok.


your last line shocks  ... though i wonder if people would witness a \"lump\".... maybe more than that?

...it's good that you write.
............


...hoping to hear more of your poetry

with best wishes,
Cordelia