Goodbye?

My decision has been made
A final end to all this gloom
I need only chose the instrument
To seal my fate, my final doom

A bullet to the brain
Is messy beyond compare
And causes those left behind
Nightmares of the affair

I cannot imagine the distress
My hanging corpse would evoke
I fear pain and violence
A quiet death is a heavy yoke

Pills are way too easy
And far too often the attempt will fail
Drowning might be an answer
If I had ever learned to sail

I know I should make up my mind
My thoughts really shouldn't wander
I am open to suggestions
It is a serious point to ponder

Copyright ©2002 Fred B Baker II

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