Dear Desperate,
Don’t let me stop you,
you obviously want out.
Who am I
to deny you
that single right?
I am not your keeper -
you are not my family.
I am not your jailer -
this is not your prison.
So go.
Release yourself.
Step off
into the void.
Swallow
the pills.
Wipe
the razor’s edge
across the vein.
After all,
it’s your
choice.
Though just in case,
I will set a place,
for you,
at my table,
where,
if you change
your mind,
you will always
be welcome.
Do come,
if you can.
I hate,
to eat
my daily bread
alone.
Regards
H.
Giving the choice of freedom to act many times brings the sense into the mind! I hope this is only a fiction and no one wants to take their life away!
The poem is more about what I would like to say to anyone who was feeling that low. I would rather they sat at my table than feel compelled to take their own life.