J.W. ARTHUR - OFFICIAL
Mister E. Plummets
by J.W. Arthur
My watery grave—ceaseless respite,
blessed deliv'rance from hell left behind.
The eternal sleep, an escape,
peace at long last for my unconscious mind.
Unmov'd One, spare my soul—end this torment,
under these murky depths, may my pain truly die.
Born unto this world a pariah,
a monstrous creation of life's prying eyes.
Inspired by the works of Edgar Allan Poe and Clive Barker.
© 2024 by J.W. Arthur. All rights reserved.
Though this poem touches on a very sensitive subject, it is meant only as a ‘looking-in view’ of someone's struggle with life. Know this: the easy way out may be a quick solution, but it's a lifetime of sorrow for those who love you. I'm no stranger to this problem—I’ve lost friends myself. I miss them so very dearly, even all these years later. I often wonder how our lives would have unfolded as we aged. The feeling of “what could have been” never goes away. Be a fighter—for yourself and your loved ones. Society's pressures should make you stronger, not weaker. Believe in yourself and find peace in your strengths. You can do this.
— J.W. Arthur
