Suicide

Pain loiters well where words get lost, Suicide thoughts dwell in cause not cost. In-between worlds where turmoil drowns, Madness unfurls a drowning clown. Fool in last chance of futile state, Plunge of mad dance on broken plate. Pain after pain sets heart adrift, Grief in deep grain in broken brief. Echoes now call to fashion lore, Surge of raw gall depicts odd gore. More and more sense in exit stance, No more pretence in broken dance. Abrupt the end of misery, Fragile bough bends to break body. Snap in a crash the forlorn take, An open dash -- a suicide makes. Too late, too late, the moment torn... An exit gate where fate is gone! Leon Enriquez 05 January 2017 Singapore