by Alexander Salas
I treasure the imbedded memory of my last sunrise. It's the only remembrance I've recalled from my time on earth. A beautiful still, painted inside my brain, hung alone for only me to enjoy.
Thirty-three years of existence stripped from my mind. Eternal damnation was my sentence. Suicide sealed my fate.
I know I killed myself. I don't know how or why.
My family, my friends, the good times, the bad and my whole life erased forever from the chalkboard of being.
Engulfed by unimaginable pain and suffering, my last sunrise has become my personal Hell. I've grown to hate it. I shed a tear.