A sad event happened today. Robin Williams committed suicide. My mind immediately went crazy with a variety of thoughts and ideas for today's poem. After all the backs and forths of which way to take this, this is where I landed. I've written many pieces on suicide from the point of view of the survivor. I don't believe I've ever attempted anything from the person who died. This is an attempt at that.
Desperation
Scratching on the wall
but no one hears
all you get is splinters under your nails
Knocking on the door
but no one answers
all you get is bruised knuckles
Screaming from the mountain
but no one listens
all you get is a sore throat.
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