Suicide

Suicide

Hurt heart stared through dark torrent’s spew,
which mirrored stark despair, -
why worry what wan world will do
when one’s no longer there ?

The grieving grass hung dank with dew,
shaved, stumpy trees stripped bare; -
shivering ghosts of greyish hue
in sharp autumnal air.

A bridge of sighs had cut in two
city of spirit spare,
and therefore, by extension, too,
linked life to - God knows where.

Where lie the friendships once one knew.
new love two souls should share ?
The once exciting avenue
of life turned impasse where,

with happiness held in review,
to emptiness compared,
the options, once so bright and blue,
too soon turn tarnish, wear.

Forlorn men boxed, without a clue,
worn faces, torn white hair, -
from uniformity of view
hurt turned without a prayer.

For future life, reborn anew,
nor prayer, regret, nor dare,
splash, lonely bubbles, - struggles through ...
Will anybody care ?

Suicide II

The ageing coroner carefully cast
an open verdict there,
gently judged the soul that had passed
with voice even and fair.

Accidental overdose, it was classed,
but doubt will still be there,
the atmosphere hung overcast -
self-murder’s in the air.

That treachery society must cast
poured through pores everywhere,
sweat-shadowed the courtroom cold and ghast,
echoed by benches bare.

But that hurt hemlocked heart had heaved its last,
glassed eyes forever stare,
and Adam’s scared sons rush past so fast -
not one has time to care !

(c) Jonathan R