Suicide
It was at last a familiar voice
that plucked the sign of Spring
of hopes so grand the season's end
was startling
They came, they came
they never stopped
did beckon at the door
he gave them all they ever asked
they always wanted more
Perhaps it was a father's taunt
craved hunger for a friend
who entered in and never left
and caused the end
Perhaps it was a mother's thought
replaced with wild eyes
that comforted the inner boy
he so despised
We saw the man a child
the child then a man
and then were never quite so sure
again
He heard the voices every day
and even gave them names
would often quote their vicious rants
an easy game
And then despair came to the front
to whisper in the ear
now is the time you silly goat
to end your fear
You've known me when they crowned you
king
and wrote your name across the sky
ours is a friendship forged with trust
so would I lie?
The clown wiped off his makeup
placed the rubber nose just right
then heard the voices laughing
as he seized the night
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