Affliction

A poem i wrote after listening to a speaker who survived suicide.

He inherited this affliction
a constant tug-of-war
of voices compelling him to tighten the noose around these toxic thoughts
so he hitched a plan to calm these whispers
to take a dive a top this fair haired viaduct(golden gate bridge)
lights flashed away in a blink of an eyeball
leaving behind unmoving images in time
surly if someone said something he'd change his mind
perhaps this was the moment
when a lady in her thick Indian accented English smiled at him asking him to take her picture instead
he did her bid
then changed his mind but it was too late
for you see he'd already leaped
plunging 220 feet below
into streaming steep water he fell
broken and in pain he tried to swim
begging and praying that he'd live
a sea held him safe
or god had a plan for him that day
now reaching out to others at battle with their own war
learning from his ordeal