I wrote this poem yesterday based on a dream I had recently. This morning I heard that Aaron Hernandez (a convicted murderer) committed suicide. Sadly... "into the whirlwind, he let himself go" and it is much too late for him to "find bliss".
Vicalmost 3 years
I wasn't really talking about evil in this poem. I am actually talking about hopelessness and despair, two things that can propel someone to jump into the abyss. Yes, we'd like to think of Hernandez as a bad man. That's besides the point - Bad or not, he lost hope and that's why he took his own life.