Suicide

Far off-shore in the dense dark night
a small boat's sailing forth
through storms and stars
and scattered hopes
to the Dying Lands up north.

The storm soon pass a silence fell
the small boat's sailing by
For broken dreams
and scattered hopes'
a deadly lullaby.

The Land's in sight, a calm embrace
as day makes way for night
At journey's end
can't comprehend
the darkness' radiant light.

Author's Note

I wrote the first stanza two years or so ago as a complete poem. Someone suggested recently to try and add three more stanzas, it is hard though but I want to try an see where it will lead. So far just one additional stanza.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

this is a haunting and troubling piece. for so few words, it says so many things.
the subject of suicide is deeply troubling to me and i know intimately how very
tempting it can be when desperation sets in to just end your own life. my baby sister's husband hung himself in the garage on the 4th of july weekend years ago
and i watched and helped his two little boys grow to manhood, knowing what
happened to their father. nicely written, suicide is no option...

[Sean Allen]

Very nicely done, I am so pleased to have read it!

[Mark]

Good job, boo! You seem to be saying that a journey is being undertaken, knowing full-well that it will be perilous, and the goal may not be what you would wish for, but the point is that you are going to foray out anyway! I like!