Survivor's Guilt Poem by john hardesty

This vast journey,
into one's own strife
leads thee to a gurney,
ending one's own life.

Beyond the frail joy,
and pending mirth,
moments are threads of foy,
that stitch back to one's birth.

I gave in to the pain,
surrendered there unto death,
of something that can't remain,
for now sadness has left.

Though an angel intervened,
stopped me from this dire deed,
whispers of the unforeseen,
lift me from this endless need.

Away I sailed, with anew,
promises of remorse,
of bliss I flew,
blessed me with a recourse.