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.

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