His Pen

April 9, 2009
By Ccayla BRONZE, Waco, Texas
Ccayla BRONZE, Waco, Texas
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His pen.
The pen clenched
in his shaking hand,
anxiously scribbling "it's never worth it."
the pen feet away,
as he ended his life.
an accomplice to my friend's end,
I hate this pen.

His gun.
the gun tempting his trembling hands,
complying with a demand.
this demand would be his last.
an accomplice to my friend's end,
I hate this gun.

My friend.
the friend whose last minutes of life
were spent solely in sadness.
the gun & pen so blinding,
he couldn't realize how missed he would be.
an impulsive decision,
one irreparable mistake.
all contributing to my friend's end,
I miss this friend.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem shortly after a friend of mine committed suicide. Initially, I thought it may sound too morbid or depressing, so I kept it to myself. It has been a year since my friend passed, and time has allowed me to realize the poem offers a unique and insightful point of view to anyone who has lost a loved one to suicide.

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