Four Seconds

by Coren McGirr

`I stand at a cliff composed of fear. Four, I say and wave to a tear. Three, my last moment grows near. Thoughts rush; nothing is clear. There must be a way, Other than down. Two, I stop. I must. One.`

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Nonet Poetry Contest contest entry

This poem is about suicide. I want to make clear that I do not and have never had suicidal thoughts. This poem is not written from experience but out of empathy.
I decided to submit this piece to this contest because the topic fits the style of a Nonet so well.

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When there seems no way out

Four Seconds

by Coren McGirr

`I stand at a cliff composed of fear. Four, I say and wave to a tear. Three, my last moment grows near. Thoughts rush; nothing is clear. There must be a way, Other than down. Two, I stop. I must. One.`

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