Suicide Number Four
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And would we have made it then,
If the stars were any brighter
Or the night any longer?
Would it have lasted
If the last of all the lights
Had flickered brighter?
What would have been said
If the story was re-written?
That we came close?
I fear a waste of words
With far too little feelings
Now gone by,
To choose a mood or tread a path
Moreover in remorse.
No my love, not now or evermore.
We have been redundant
Since our birth
All in vain.
There are no easy roads in life,
Each bears the mark of someone’s strife,
Or someone else’s.
In the end the tally is the same.
Someone’s birth.
Someone’s death.
And in between, lay only marks
Of half-forgotten tries.
Life goes on. Life goes on.
We who do not hear,
Nor feel,
Nor know.
And yet,
In briefest moments,
You and I Once felt,
Once saw, Once heard.
And yes, we knew.
And still we know,
To stumble on
Bearing newer news
And older woes
Of long forgotten
Yes and no’s.
We grow in reach
Of different lives;
Pause and wonder;
Was it worth in any way
The lives by each,
That were diminished since?
I fear not.
Our past has become our fate.
Our future a vacuum
Of the life we wished to hide.
Still, we are forced to ride
This dragon lady life
In final death throes,
Devoid of feeling:
Sight, sound, or knowledge,
Except to escape us
As the stream flows to the sea,
Our steam evaporating
To the stars,
So desperate do we try
To loose fate’s grasp.
She will not yield.
We die.
And yet our only death
Is from this life.
So slow and so regretful,
Or fast and full of fury.
Life goes on. Lfe goes on.
Life goes on.
Do you not at any time,
Recall my name or read my rhyme,
And wonder why I’m
Gone?
Too few the times,
too small the rhymes,
and far far more
Such never-ending lines
That life has branded
To each face to age.
No, there is no mystery age can solve,
No riddle time will quick dissolve.
Why then ask why?
Why then to pass so near
to almost touch, and almost hear
and almost, almost.
But never quite.
Never quite.
Life goes on.
Life goes on.
Life goes on.
Life goes on.
Both day and night,
in dark and light,
but never
With an explanation
of its passing flight.
And of my days, one small delight.
One word, one spark alone
Ahhh…what for to bear the darkest night
Save one lone candle in my sight
Tis only Love
Tis only Love
Tis only Love goes on,
Life ends.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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