Poetry

ON SUICIDE By Sunday Mercy

Written by Editor

In a bid to control things in the physical
We tend to obliviate that the spiritual
Controls the physical.
We all miss our beds after a stressful day
And crave for a peaceful night rest.
The night is full of terrors and dreadful
happenings. Night Walker’s are wide awake
during the night looking for souls to annihilate.

During a night sleep that you refer to as rest,
you encounter demons, sylphs and occurrences
that are beyond your reasoning. You try so hard to
explain what you encounter but they just can’t understand
How you feel.
What is your problem?
You can’t explain but you keep your head wrapped up
In deep thought living in constant fear of the unknown.
Death becomes imminent and you start to lose control even
On the physical.
You start fighting battles you do not know when it will end,
Life becomes meaningless and no fun to you. You try different
means to overcome your fears but it seems not to be working out.
Boom, then you think of suicide, with the belief that there’s hope in death.

Depression is real and sometimes it’s way beyond things that can be
Controlled in the physical.
SAY NO TO SUICIDE, IT’S NOT THE SOLUTION.
DO NOT TAKE A LIFE THAT YOU CAN’T CREATE.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.