Suicide no. 80: In Love or Hate
–by Derek Alan Wilkinson
What difference does it make?
My loved ones will be inspired to become slaves
unto the world in which they were made.
My survival? An ode to their servitude—their destitution.
Their own form of self destruction.
My death? An omen that forbids them from seeing things as they wish them to be—forever.
Is it their delusion, or mine, that keeps me alive?
Maybe love really does keep us all interlaced.
Or in shackles.
In either case—in love, or in hate—the time has come to be free.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sliced Bread.”