You know? I've often wondered-
When I hear of suicide.
What was the person thinking,
Just before they died?
What solace were they seeking?
What comfort did they find?
These are the type of questions-
That clutter up my mind.
Were they fleeing from some heartache?
Or depressed by failing health?
Or an issue far more common-
Like dissipating wealth?
Was it a case of mental illness?
Or the despair of waxing age?
Or frustration of the lack of mark
They've left upon life's page?
Whatever brought them to that spot-
I greatly fear they found...
No comfort in the state called death,
Nor rest beneath the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You know? I've often wondered- When I hear of suicide. What was the person thinking, Just before they died? Getting into the mind and thoughts of one who is depressed. tony