Sunset softly fading in bloody hues of red
Soul slipping silently, body falling dead
To fly again, free again
Borne on wings of oblivion
Rushing ever outward
To become one with God again
A windblown soul
Quickly waning weaker
For just one moment
It sees and wants
What it has just forsaken
Some say it is bad karma to kill oneself.. that it is ingratitude to parents .. who no matter how bad or good... have all sacrificed in some way to incarnate our bodies From what clairvoyants tell me, those who have killed themselves have not just a moment but a long time of regret... an infinite subject... God only knows? On another level, everything is perfect
Wow i like this poem its so deep. amazing how uve done it with such simple structure and wording.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The end line shoots into the heart. The pathos felt is very very strong. This is really great writing Jim.