Poem He

He dragged his feet to the edge,
he could not speak.
In his head was suicide,
he see the water.

Wind blowing,
he feels sucidel.
colliding within like a tug of war,
never the less HIS better side wins.

He holds on, and didn’t jump,
thank God for that.
He finds a reason to live.
That reason is…
Hope.

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