These were the last poems
where a life was lost,never to return again
where a heart was drowned,
in eternal ambiguity
To fall into infinite silence
The passion of suicides
The anemic offerings,not easily embraced
As this day comes to an end
And the purity of the flame flickers out
Taste a smile,false and bleak
till you hide from the aisle.
To measure the evasion from poetry,
For a tearless sob of pain and misery
in the rain soft and sweet
But I won’t say goodbye
I promise to,may be,stay alive.