Cabin’s Corpse (A Ghazal)
I heard that you have been planning suicide.
They found your corpse, in your wayside cabin.
Your death was obviously of self-destruction.
I saw your corpse, in your wayside cabin.
You took the easy way out of this sadist world.
Overdose corpse, in your wayside cabin.
Your Tramadol pills and a thick rope noose.
Swinging limp corpse, in your wayside cabin.
My last living friend on this dead, lost planet.
I saw your corpse, in your wayside cabin.
I really really love this poem. I hope you guys do too :D
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Call Me Suicidal (My Inner Thoughts)
PoetryI have issues, and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is my attempt at poetry! *Read at your own risk* :D:
