The Suicide's Soliloquy Poem by Abraham Lincoln

The Suicide's Soliloquy

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Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.

No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens’ cry.

Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!

Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?

To ease me of this power to think,
That through my bosom raves,
I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink,
And wallow in its waves.

Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.

Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn’d on earth!

Sweet steel! come forth from your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!

I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last—my only friend!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
MAHTAB BANGALEE 20 January 2021

the dejected heart near about to suicidal note but not suicide and inside power strikes the conscience to awake thougth true note of life!

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E. Loche 05 November 2020

Abe suffered with clinical depression throughout his life, he supposedly wrote this poem anonymously in the local newspaper. We see small details of Lincolns depression throughout his life. Such as; when he was a lawyer the town Lincoln lived changed it's name to " Lincoln" . Abe, who was opposed to renaming the town disapproved saying " Anything that bore the Lincoln name never amounted to anything" .

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dakotah murphy 13 May 2020

he was think about suicide?

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Divyanshu 25 October 2018

The girl who is read the poem is not good for the poem reader

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