As winter bellows with its rage unleashed.
Its dark persona brings forth tearful floods.
Like a storm of snow upon mountains peak.
From which I slip and fall to natures curse
Yet as I lay on beds of new found buds.
So come fragrant whispers, that sound of spring.
I lay there broken, still; a fool in blood.
To which death sits by me and starts to sing
Oh poor boy, have you ever felt so rich?
You lie here now with no clear path.
No dark abyss nor bright light pitch.
Just think on this and all you have.
He rises slowly toward a smiling sun
Death uncanny, laughter faint and work all done.
(ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GG)
Idea
A poem about a boy who tries to commit suicide and meets death as he lies dying but after listening to deaths surprise and disappointment over his approach to the gift of life he fights to come back to the smiling sun (a loved one) he can see over him.
Themes
Mental health
Suicide
Death
Life
Appreciation
Anger
Health
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