SUICIDE

Suicide

will open wide,

on this land,

all you misunderstand.

Not a final hand

for a life unplanned,

long sowed seeds

were planted in the weeds.

The signs are there

if we care

to deliver compassion

in any fashion.

This deed of infection

missed connection;

even in pain

love bestows gain.

It’s not to be judged

what they fudged,

free will is granted

so let prayers be chanted.