No message, no suicide note
Self-attested with familiar signature
She was hanging in the middle of her room
With a heart, stopped pumping for the first time
The red cells and the white ones through
The dark tunnels of the eternal routes
That the cosmic life had taken to prove itself
But she had somehow decided against…
Without giving warnings, to anyone
Not allowing others to poke into inside
The inside stories often remain locked
Under the keys, even unknow to the owners…
Whenever, like the primordial black hole we
Pull down everything around us into the abyss
15th October' 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem