I know you feel so much pain,
That it feels like there's no more to gain,
By staying in a life,
Surrounded by stress and strife.
I see you walking into the black,
And implore you to come back.
First do yourself no harm.
Take that blade from your arm.
Please take to your heart,
I think you are a work of art.
The passion that you feel,
Makes you oh so real.
You're truly alive,
Here's how to survive.
Imagine a future waiting for you,
Where you will feel quite new.
You will dance without a care,
Like leaves blown in the air.
Feel the wind of change,
And welcome the strange.
Allow your eyes to see,
The beauty of a bumble bee.
Let a smile spread on your face,
And you brighten the place.
I give you a hug,
Kindness is your new drug.
Fill your senses with light,
Choose friends, music and pictures that delight.
In a thousand years your worries will not matter,
So let them just scatter.
Now put away that knife.
Say hello to a new life.
What a great poem! I feel real poetry. A well-done write. Thanks.
Everyday we hear of rising depression and people committing suicide. Perhaps a timely gesture of love, a word of consolation or an encouraging statement may help them get over a sudden wave of depression! I feel it is incumbent on us with sound mind to help our depressed friends come out of their sorry state with positive strokes! An inspiring write that brings out your humaneness, Stephen!
I love this stunning write it's so uplifting and full of hope, your beautifully written poem is a candle lit in the darkness of people who are in a bad place, to reach out and feel the love that is around them with the beauty in this world!
A thoughtful poem throwing light on the happier side of our human life... loved it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe there is some SMALL percentage of suicide-prone people who would be influenced by a poem, .........but i doubt it. not if they are SERIOUS. but i guess it doesn't hurt to try. i could say more, but why bother? ? well, i CAN'T HELP MYSELF! ! ! if someone were to say this to me as i was about to plunge the knife, i would say i CAN'T WAIT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! . : In a thousand years your worries will not matter, ...................my WORRIES are NOW! ! ! ! ! bri: (: ( but the hug and ideas for seeking music (not suicide music!) and pleasant pictures and friends are 'nice' IF ONE HAS ACCESS TO SUCH THINGS! !