There comes a time
When we must all part.
I was so sure that
Our very last words
Would be spoken at the
Brink of a shared death.
But it is now I know,
Rivers of the heart
Are destined to change,
And perhaps I was always
Meant to die alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have been reading many poems concerning suicide. This is a good example of one of the best. I will even post now an old one of mine (being depressed, on and off, for many years) .