A poem by Ayomi_writes

Suicide
Climbing a pole
Letting go
Letting loose
Falling in a hole
Giving up

A fall off the wall
In the big shopping mall
A splatter on the floor
The sun sets

A soul is lost
A brethren is gone
Only a few care
Flowers on the gravestone

Oh! What is the need of the flowers?
After he is gone
After the sun has set
And the moon has risen

This tiny rope
That little poison
The minute bullet
The fall off mankind
The journey out of earth
To a land unknown

A psychopath!
Psychologists would say
A lunatic!
Psychiatrists would say

But, whether medically proven that
He was mentally sick or not
It wasn’t his desire
As tears can be seen on his face
And afterwards, a bitter smile.

An unfulfilled life
Shortly lived
Painfully taken
I think he is resting now
Exploits, he can do no more
Lives, he can touch no more
He has taken away that cute smile
From his loved ones
And all that he left are pains and regrets,
Teary eyes and sad faces.

An unprepared journey
He began;
With depression as the driver
Therapists; definitely
Can’t get the wind of this.