You left formally without saying farewell
You departed thinking that you will be well
In a few days, after drinking a few glasses
Of water. That's a shame, like a season passes
You moved on. You died without saying anything
This is sad, when hope dies and the sun is shining
Depression is a serious mental and lethal disease
Now, friends and relatives are crying and the bees
Are passing by, making a morbid mourning sound
Death will never be a happy occasion. Profound
Are the invisible wounds that only time can heal
You left without eating and enjoying your last meal
And without sipping your last beer. No strange farewell
No fanfare, no adieu, no goodbye and no last email.
Copyright © July 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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