I contemplate this thought,
A thought of giving up,
A thought of suicide,

I take a knife,
And plunge it deep,
And feel of suicide,

I swallow the pills,
And got to sleep,
And dream of suicide,

I take a gun,
And pull the trigger,
And commit suicide.

by Kathryn Miller

Comments (8)

The fragrance of this beautiful poem will linger on in my mind for a long time to come.
The knife edge of her pain cuts through each stanza of this moving poem.
A great tribute to the equally great and patriotic mother who bravely accepted the death of both of her sons in action while fighting for the honor of motherland.
a very interesting poem...
words are like the petals of a lotus........beautifully assembled
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