Within Them Poem by Wynand Johannes Louw

As the blood forms
the rivers that flow
past the blade that made them -
the eyes see their last,
the cells take their last,
and the body feels its last:
Pain - of which only they will know.

As lungs come to consciousness
of what had finally happened,
and they are joined by the joy ace
leaps of life from a heart -
a head becomes alive,
to feel it all again, yet...
to feel life, once again.

No mind can comprehend, and
no heart can truly extend,
to the reaches of what is
and always will be:
the intense feeling of everything that is,
of everything that could be,
of everything that isn't there:

within the hearts and minds,
of the suicidal...