feeling warm... feeling cold...
red, splash...
silence...
three minutes ago, he was standing on the roof top, thinking...
the world is unfair...
human beings are corrupted...
the society is full of selfishness...
he was tired...
exhausted by the stress in work...
overdriven by his family...
exploited by his friends...
two minutes ago, he was swinging the bottle from side to side...
half filled, pale blue fluid, forming a small tornado inside...
the wind was blowing, silently, through his messy hair...
his face... his hands... his half ripped white cloth...
tough day... toughest of all days...
one minute ago, he stood by the roof side...
feeling the dangling foot over the cool breeze...
too many thoughts... too many things going on...
get out!!... he shouted... to the dark blue sky...
...not helping...
he was swaying more vigorously... shaking them off...
30 seconds ago... he thought...
how does freedom feel like?
is flying mean freedom...
is dying mean going to a better place...
he was confused... drunk...
he stepped over...
25 seconds... he got used to the zero gravity...
free falling... it felt so good...
20 seconds... strong wind against the his face...
his mind got clearer...
15 seconds... he regretted what he was doing...
he never did believe in better place after death...
he never gave up on any occasion...
he loved his wife, he liked his friends...
he enjoyed his job.... it was just another tough day...
10 seconds... he was despaired...
if only there is a second chance...
he didn't want to die...
not yet... if only he could really fly...
5 seconds... hopeless... he started to pray...
dear god... forgive me...
3....2....1....
he lied in puddle of blood...
the crowd started to gather...
fingers pointing...
blood flowing out...
heart beating... slower... slower...
is there really a better world?...
he never knew...
he saw no whitelight...
only the world getting darker and darker...
another confused soul... took the short cut in the life journey...
peace be with him...
8 comments:
Standing from above, he did not see,
He took the plunge, broke his heart upon the ground.. died loudly.
It was a mess, nevertheless but he sees everything now, finally. For death isn't all that scary, Hell is.
thank you for ur comment)
it's lovely... well, i mean... meaningful))
I used to write poetry myself, many years ago. On and off, I would rhyme up a couple of lines etc
Honestly, your entries inspire me to write again. Maybe when I have more free time.. I will get back into this hobby.
I thank you :)
then i can't wait to see ur poets soon))))
i like to call these as, short stories... well, should be, 'short-sentence stories'..hahaha..)))
it's fun~~))
u mean he did not see the white light because because he was confused? like he never believed in god or sumthing? and that means that he took a short cut?... just curious
ohh... he was just drunk? he wasn't thinking correctly after a rough day and terbunuh diri so kesian DUN DRINK AND CLIMB...
well, reply to chubbypenguin))
i was just trying to tell, tat, commiting suicide is not the way out.. sometimes, u got save, but sometimes, things go on, n it'll be too late, like, jumping down the building... it's no turning back...
n the white light.. noone knows it's there or not... of course we wan to believe in it. but still, god giv us life, not because he wants to let us die like tat, but to let us feel the life.. and to live it, and learn from it..
peace~
Lovin' it!!!! Flawless!!!!
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