it was
a dastardly decision
deeming fated
to deny a future
filled with dismay
furtive deeds designed to forget
the futility of dark days
i have, it seems, always loved Sylvia Plath. This is a reflection on losing her far too soon.
if you know someone whom you worry about losing in the same way do all you can to get them help. stay w them. let them know how their demise would affect you and those they’ve touched. call the hotline, call an ambulance. pray, do that voodoo you do. intercede. their life may depend on it.