Suicide in Grey County
The fields are very bleak this winter.
The soil is clumped and hard and covered by dirty snow.
The trees are skeletal and the birds have long since left.
I know in time that this will pass and life again will be renewed.
But I won’t be here.
I’m going to where the sky is dark and the air is cold.
I’m going there as I lived my life here,
Alone.
The fields are very bleak this winter.
The soil is clumped and hard and covered by dirty snow.
The trees are skeletal and the birds have long since left.
I know in time that this will pass and life again will be renewed.
But I won’t be here.
I’m going to where the sky is dark and the air is cold.
I’m going there as I lived my life here,
Alone.
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