Suicide
Today I committed
Suicide,
I’m no great loss.
I left no
Body,
No corpse to rot.
Veins, blue veins
Opened,
No bloody crimson shower.
Throat, scarred neck
Snapped,
No black tongue protruding.
No splat of meat, no shotgun blast.
No palour, no final medicated slumber.
Not icky thump,
Not pumpkin squish.
None
Today I committed
Suicide,
I won’t be missed.
I took back
Self,
Pinned to social wall.
No more comments,
Likes,
And status to update.
No list of friends’ recent stories.
No ghostly acquaintances on glowing screen.
Not share.
Not comment.
None
I trust you see,
Suicide,
Digital that it was.
I only
hope
wish
It is
Enough
.
SWANY 2013/01/25
Copyright: Andrew Peter Swanepoel 2013/01/25
