
SUICIDE ON A WHIM
Suicide on a whim
is not unheard of
but few such perpetrators
live to tell the tale
one such
rescued from his indecision
by the Gardai
lived through his trauma
sweet Liffey run softly
while I tell the story
distraught by his
gambling debts
and the drinking
his only way to a conclusion
seemed to him to be
voluntary
self-inflicted
euthanasia
yes
he thought
that he wanted to die
half-determined
part irresolute
in a single moment of wavering
he had jumped
just fell perhaps
but the fear
and the cold water
soon hit him
hit harder
than the twenty foot drop
an instinctive cry
escaped him
you could call it
a change of mind
his cry for help
was a second thought
an unintended consequence
of his half-hearted conviction
and now he was held
grasped in a rescue bid
but did he wish to be salvaged
to be pleaded with
would that bring him
the closure he craved
attention unwanted
but secured
attention secured
but unwanted
and still
he could not let go
the ladder
his passport to life
a life he did not desire
could he bear to go there
yet again
to continue
victim to more pain
to yet more anguish
but temporary chagrin
is no killer
his cri de coeur
answered
his indecision
thwarted
is it heads or tails
is it stay or go
is life’s hurt
greater than death’s pain
is future shame
worse than eternity’s
opprobrium
we will never know
the prognosis
I suspect
he is still amongst us
ever indecisive
a suitor for attention
defaulting on his debts
not stopping at three pints
one of life’s
protean chancers

Great poem, love the thoughtfulness and insight. The reference to the Liffey got to me too.
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