Saturday, November 14, 2009

A Sonnet To Suicide

Amidst deep academic strife
Yours truly decided to take his life
In overcast weather
I couldn’t decide whether
It should be the noose or the knife

The hunt ended, a noose was found
And to the ceiling fan was bound
I stood on the chair
Tied the knot with care
So as to not make any sound

From the noose, I withdrew my hand
And let go of my life-supporting stand
In a hurry
The carotid artery


  1. a feeling so subtle,
    subjected to shear,
    a viewpoint turned turtle,
    this is hardly worth a tear......

  2. Y, u left it on readers wisdom to draw a horrendous site of your own suicide. Bad bad.