The dynamic
Didn’t end his life
He wanted to die
He lied
One of the darts hit
He became a man who cries and laughs
A sudden movement of a knife
Takes his life
But, the murderer was him
The light goes dim
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The end didn’t seem to make sense. So I changed it. Hope that’s okay.
I think it’s better in a poem to make sense rather than rhyme. Making things rhyme for the sake of it always looks amateurish. Something for you to think about.
I read your message. Just keep looking to improve. I like your poems a lot.