Antifreeze
22 May, 2021
Author: Mental
Into the room
I stepped inside
I stood in the space
Where somebody died,
That soul was lost
To suicide.
To the side was the yellow pitcher
Of some used antifreeze
The liquid cocktail
That brought them to their knees.
I said a little prayer
To the gone soul
Things must have been bad
For you to let go.
I hope you found
What you were looking for
And I hope you found serenity
I hope you met who you prayed to
Or to your special entity.
------- Author's Notes -------
The place I worked at one of the rooms this happened. |
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