(pains And Regrets Collection) ....A Mercy Killing Poem by Janice Windle
(pains And Regrets Collection) ....A Mercy Killing
It was a mercy killing.
I took the weapon in clenched fist.
I looked directly at the thing,
the limping, dumb, weeping thing,
crawling each day through,
mercifully numb, in darkness,
in distress and in denial.
I raised the weapon, struck
coldly
at its fainting form.
And from its death throes,
as it thrashed and bled,
I recognised
that after it was dead
it still could rise again,
no more a dying marriage,
but an understanding bond,
straighter, clearer.
Honesty beat strongly at its core
and in this life
we could not ask for more.
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My God.... this is SO poignant, I totally understand what you are saying here. It resonates. Brilliantly crafted. HG: -) xx
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 2:04:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Brave act of mercy killing of something dying, it brings such a relax and enlightment your poem i mean, or maybe the act of mercy killing, I do not know but i like the liberation effect.