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Suicide

by

Liorah Atkinson

He starts guiltily.
Looking around with the shambling smile
of a madman
Waking from a sane sleep
to the chaos of a nightmare
Searching for hope of recognition
In the unseeing eyes of the million mass
The swarm that turns blindly
The never ending game of Follow the Leader
Like a child's game seen through
a shattered mirror
Hands reaching to help but
Passing through and seizing
the last hidden strings tying
him together
Pulling and stretching until they
Snap


The Visionary

by

Liorah Atkinson

Listen to me, I am speaking
words to those who would
tear me down,
drag me down
to the bottom of a river,
leave me to call out my words
in the dead quiet
green shatter lit
world down there.
Listen, I am screaming
poetry of love,
of death,
can you hear
the echo in my voice?
Yes, I call across a mountain to you,
only I am here,
and you are here,
and you would tear me down
without listening to
my words,
my poetry of love.


Hands

by

Liorah Atkinson

See her there.
She sits silent, her eyes downcast,
observing the hands that lie in her lap.
Not knowing whose they are.
Thinking - can she think? Well then
Imagining
a time when hands, like butterflies
danced in the air,
graceful and silent.
Silence now is the only refuge.
This is no home to grace,
but a lifetime of fear and injustice
cannot wipe those visions
of a perfect world,
of their smiles,
the love of a man and a woman,
when what that love has bourne
now sits silent in a room,
observing the hands.


Tears of Suicide

by

Liorah Atkinson



A mother came home early from work to find her daughter laying on the floor in a puddle of blood.
Her daughter had committed suicide. As the mother fell to the floor crying she saw a piece of paper on the floor. It was a note that her daughter had wrote. She picked it up and read...

Mother,
I am sorry. I didnt mean to hurt you. Its just i am a lonely person with a broken heart who cant live anymore. I hope you will forgive me for everything that i have done wrong and know that no matter what i will always love you.

The mother lay the note on the floor and looked at her daughter one last time. With tears running down her face she got up and went into the kitchen. There she picked up a knife off the table. She then took the knife and slit her throat.