The inexorable pain of unrequited love within a caring soul,
young dreams dashed upon the rocky shores of despair
and in one fleeting moment all is gone
to the loved ones about them.
All the wisdom of the universe,
between the pages of time at the fingertip,
all for the asking and the page not turned,
the question not asked the lessons not learned.
Desperate lives within the worlds of the mind's creation,
lost to obscurity and oblivion inside the single act that cannot be undone.
The sweet experiences of life's pain and pleasures of the Mind beyond endurance,
squandered by the actions of a harlequin of little forethought,
as to the ramifications of this parsimonious act.
The self-destructive self-serving imprudent act of taking one's own life,
in a moment of despair and the anguish of depression.
Suicide is forever.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem