Suicide – Poetry

Failure defeats losers but inspires winners

Is it not odd
When life turns
Blurry, vague,
With memories of
Disappointments, breakups,
Death, and great failures?

If pain greets the weary,
Life like salt may lose its taste
Instincts then question life:
Its meaning and reason
Daring it to find another
In a world away from the living

Consider the world with its uncertainties
Where challenges belittle many
And men born of women
Live but a few great years
Yet life goes on
Sunrise and sunset,
Pretty lilies grow
And will wither
Morning and night

Live with joy and hope
Find these in everything;
The flowers, the hills,
The birds and trees,
Shrieking babies or crawling ants,
The system or cycle called life,
Keeping nothing so sacred
That life lose its meaning
When that finally flies away,
So live not just for one’s self
But for others’ happiness

All has its time and season
Time to leave, time to return
Time to wine, time to dine
Time to live and time to die
But it’s not for one to take life,
Dear life that man cannot create
If all can remember that
Nothing is worth dying for
That suicide is not an option
Then life can find its meaning