Open Verdict, Closed Book - Current Version

The ageing coroner carefully cast
an open verdict there,
gently judged soul blown by [s]own blast
with voice even and fair.

Accidental overdose, case was classed,
still questions sightless stare,
as atmosphere hung overcast,
self-murder stung harsh air.

When budding rose finds stem cut short
and parents bury child,
Nature revolts, and mourns soul caught
in limbo, loss reviled.

Self-sacrifice society's outcast
poured through pores everywhere,
sweat-shadowed cold courtroom ugly, ghast,
echoed by benches bare.

Sad, hurt hemlocked heart had heaved its last.
Eyes open unaware
as Adam's scar[r]ed sons rush past so fast
that none has time to care.
Initial version Suicide II

(29 Februarty 2012)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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