His Suicide Note
In solitude he wrote his final verse,
A mournful echo of a soul immersed.
"His Suicide Note," the title claimed with pain,
Life's early end, a tragedy ingrained.
No time for church, no prayers whispered low,
His faith questioned, where did solace go?
In fleeting moments, darkness held sway,
His heartache grew, consuming light of day.
But let us learn from this somber tale told,
To cherish life, our time on earth unfold.
For in each breath, a chance to heal and grow,
Embrace the love that grants our spirits glow.
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