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NIRVANA

he said, quite starkly,
nothing mattered
and not one could get him
to eat that last meal

or rise from his bed or to
shower his head
depression, they said,
but he wasn't at all

he said he had seen it
the ligh that was all
there was nothing else left
to be sought or begott
there was nothing in living or
earth to be had
and he smiled as he told me
he'd be really glad

to be dead.

M ~

 

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Haylee Curry

Beautiful! Life and death are so pure when we no longer want 

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Marion

Thankyou so much Hayley x

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Neville

the words we none of us want to hear .. strategically placed at the end of a poem where they sit most comfortably .. sadly enjoyed our Marion & truly xx

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Marion

Again...thanks so much Neville...truly appreciated x

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Being Me

Oh my goodness, this is really, really sad. Tenderly and sympathetically written in awayvthat still packs a punch. Ouch ... this hurts. Awesome poetry x

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Marion

People get shocked don't they...that someone might want to die but sadly so many do...for so many different reasons .thanks love đź’•

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sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

Isn't it sad?

Some people want to die and others that know they have a terminal illness and they know they're going to die and want to live...

​​​​​Beautiful and Sad write...

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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Marion

Yes its bizzare...but poor mental health probably takes as many lives as terminal illness...the mind is a strange place...thanks so much love x

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