WHEN IT ALL FAILS.
POISONOUS PALLETS AND POWDERS HAD FAILED,
PRAYERS WERE AS VAIN AS WISHES WERE DEAD,
I WAS FOUND ON A PROTRUDING TREE BRANCH
WITH A FASTENED NOOSE AROUND MY NECK.
I SAT ON THE TREE UNTIL THE VERY LAST SECOND OF MY SET DEADLINE
AND THEN I LET GO BECAUSE I DID'NT WANT TO SEE THE SUN
RISE TO THE FULLNESS OF ANOTHER INGLORIOUS DAY.
I WAS DYING TO THE WITNESS OF NATURE AND BREEZE
BUT THEN AGAIN, JUST LIKE IT HAD HAPPENED BEFORE,
THE ROPE BROKE AND I CRASH-LANDED.
ONE DAY - I ALMOST HAD A BEAUTIFUL DEATH ONE DAY.
I HAD HAD IT WITH RUNNING AND I WANTED TO REST FROM MY MISERY,
STILL I STAND, YET AGAIN. YES. STILL I STAND
I HAVE HAD IT WITH ANSWERS BEING MY NAGGING PROBLEMS
WHICH IS WHAT HAVE KEPT ME SLAVING FOREVER
AND I HAVE UNDERSTOOD THAT THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE ANSWERS
CONTRIBUTE TO THE PROBLEM AND A PROBLEM SO LARGE.
SO LONG THERE IS WORK, THERE IS A PROBLEM TOO
AND I AM NOT PROTECTED FROM THIS HARMFUL WISDOM. IT IS TRUE
THAT I ALMOST HAD A BEAUTIFUL DEATH ONE DAY.
TWO SUICIDES IN A SHORT SPACE OF TIME ARE NOT EASY
BUT I HAD IT AS MY RECOURSE BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN
THE CAUSE OF EVERY PROBLEM UNDER HEAVEN,
IT IS THE MOST UNTHINKABLE AND THE UN-REPROACHABLE DUE TO BLINDNESS.
I REMAIN WITH SCARS FROM THOUGHT, I RETAIN A SPIRIT OF A CELESTIAL MAGNITUDE.
NOTHING PROTECTS ME FROM THE PAIN OF THIS WISDOM. IT IS TRUE
THAT I ALMOST HAD A BEAUTIFUL DEATH ONE DAY.
THE ROPE BROKE AND I CRASH-LANDED. ONE DAY I ALMOST HAD A BEAUTIFUL DEATH ONE DAY. i live with the scars in me, ........ a fine thoughtful poem..... which makes the reader think a lot. tony
Great, great poem about death and suicide, +++++ Thanks poet for the introduction
Great, great poem about death and suicide, Such deep insights, Yours truly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although it is terrible to think of an aspiring mind almost snuffed out, there is grandeur in pulling back from death's edge and recognizing one's own celestial spirit. I admire someone who ventures outside his comfort zone for the sake of work and wisdom. I finish this poem with a sigh of relief. A 10+!