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Suicide *

Warning: The following poem contains mature themes and is not suitable for younger readers.

There he sat alone once more
In the light of the moon so bright
The reflection of the stars on the quiet lake
Disturbed only by the birds of the night

And as he watched the circular ripples
Gently moving towards the shore
They seemed to part and then reveal
The woman he’d come to adore

He watched her as she gently rose
Till she stood upon the water
And a ray of light beyond her figure
Flashed before him bright with colour

From the lake she called to him
He got up from his ledge
And started straight towards the light
And right towards the waters edge

He plunged into the murky depth
And to an untimely death
And the notice in the paper read
“A wife, then husband, dead.”