I wish to share a story of a man who’s passed away
Now everything is different, now that he’s gone away
He ended his own story, he wrote his final page
Just to start another story, a story from the grave…
This story I shall read to you, but listen now with care
This is a tale of treachery, the story that I share
It picks up with a final wish and one heartbreaking prayer
While tightening his noose, hoping to strangle his despair
He had so much to lose but he was blinded by his pain
He kicks away the stool and chokes, his body fiercely strains
To grasp a breath of air and breathe, but this effort is in vain
He is determined to end his life, his heart is bound in chains
His conscience screams as his last struggle fights against his will
A few more squirms, tears fall like rain, and then his body stills
And then he saw his body hanging, the one that he had killed
Of all mistakes he ever made, this was his last fulfilled
And yet his last his greatest too, and now it was too late
He saw his body swinging there, and behind it saw hells gates
Then he remembered what he had, his son who was but eight
A wife and father, who housed them all, and yet he took hells bate
He’d made mistakes that he had deemed too grave to ever fix
Ironically it's from the grave he learned the devil's tricks
And now he weeps in anguish, for rejecting all those hints
That told him nothing was ever too deep for him to never fix
Why had he kept his follies secret, why didn’t he confess?
Such heinous acts as this made him another of hells guests
But forced to watch his body swing, a weight grew in his chest
This was his choice, he chose this fate, now how could he protest?
If he thought that he knew pain before, this brought pain a new meaning
Such horror now he felt inside, he wished that has was dreaming
He knew his family would return, he could feel the screaming
That would incur, as soon they’d find his body, silently swinging
So he waits, watching his figure dangling in the closet
Tonight his son of 8 years old learns who was the monster
Goodbye his life and loving wife, he wished he had been honest
He thought he had no choice but he was the one who caused it
How did he not see what he had? So selfish and so blind...
Into the driveway his family parks, they've noticed a few signs
That something about him was amiss, that he’d a divided mind
And soon their fears would be confirmed by the corpse they’d find
It wasn’t lack of offered help that he’d made the choice he did
But that he ignored his loved one’s pleas to return to being him
Soon they’d find it worse than thought, that he’d decide to give
Everything that he held dear, all for his mounting sin
Now he can barely bear to watch it from that gloomy place
He feels claws upon his heart as he sees horror-struck faces
He ****** himself and every thought, where is his saving grace?
He’s screaming loud and reaching out, but he can’t reach that place
He’s departed from what once was life, he knows there's no returning
He feels hard tugs pulling him down, he feels like he is burning
Yet inside he’s cold, the pains untold, he hears a call confirming
The devil’s come to claim his soul, he knows that it’s deserving
“No honey I am right here! Don't you pick up that phone!
How FOOLISH was I to ever think that I was indeed alone!
Son don't cry! Papa’s on his way, your Papa’s coming home!”
But they don’t hear, of this he knows, he’s truly on his own
“Get me out of this hellish place, I wish to see my family
A second chance is all I ask, I wish to go live happily!
I knew about confessions but I didn't know the gravity.”
All in vain though are his screams, now this is his reality.
He sees his body carried off, and all things fade to black
His mind repeats it’s not a dream, and there’s no going back
No longer was there a barrier fending off demons attacks
He feels the pain of everyone, his burdens only stack
The wailing echos of those he loved are trapped inside his mind
The pain he sought to strangle now has only multiplied
Eternal tortures, unceasing horrors that words cannot describe
Both mentally and physically, there is no place to hide
The story carries on and on, describing time in hell
Such horrors that I can’t describe, nor will I ever tell
There is no story in which a man can bid his life farewell
Instant regret, much like cement, traps you inside a cell
Dear readers, I beg thee now to take away this lesson:
No matter what your stance may be, you will find success in
Simply taking one deep breathe, and let slip your confession
This little act can lend relief and chip away at depression
I know it’s hard, I’ve been there too, but you’re a work of art
It sounds cliche, and that’s okay, just know inside your heart
We are all loved, no matter what, each failure’s a new start
Don’t forsake it all for Satans call, don’t let life fall apart
This poem is based on a real-life event when my neighbor committed suicide, hanging himself in the closet of his father's house. He had a wife and young son. We were good friends with the father, and I hope this poem really puts into light the consequences of suicide. I think sometimes people get lost in their own misfortune and sufferings that they are blind to what they have, what they can gain, and the pain they would pass on to everyone around them should they choose to end the only life they will ever get.
