Suicide Silenced

Sitting in silence

On an old wooden dock,

Holding back violence,

And skipping some rocks.

 

Alone as he is

He’s made up his choice,

He can’t go about

With any semblance of poise.

 

He slips off his clothes

The grim thought taking hold,

This would be harder

If the water were cold.

 

Sitting in silence

His mind set on death,

He dove in the water

And gave up his breath.

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