Found Poem

He pulled the trigger

The crash of the shot rolled up the hills-

And rolled down again…

But he sat stiffly on the bank and looked at his right hand

The hand that had thrown the gun away

I just done it

Yeah tha’s how

His voice almost a whisper

He looked steadily at his right hand that had held the gun

Hollow with what had been fear

But what was now just an emptiness

Deep inside his brain was something like a pinpoint of light

That kept going and going that would never let him relax

Let it go

If it ends, it ends

We can move towards hope-

That’s what’s beautiful about this place…

We cannot run from heartache

Is seems not sufficiently eradicated-

Since the operations of the body

As well as those of the mind

Are subject to coercion

But I’m ready for action

Not for dying

It’s a risk I accept

One I can only hope to face

Saying I will not deal in lies!

His breast heaving, eyes staring he tears the confession

He crumples it-

He throws it to the ground weeping in fury

But erect

You have conquered and I yield

Yet henceforward thou art also dead

Dead to the world

Dead to heaven

Dead to hope

In his death, in me I do see

How utter I have murdered myself

I will try not to breathe

This decision is mine

I have lived a full life

These are the eyes that I want you to remember

And in my hour of darkness

Mother Mary comes to me

She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom

Let it be

Let it be

Accept the place the divine providence has found you

Great men have always done so