Suicide Stricken

When the rat runs into the fire,
Then what chases it should be feared.
So when a man runs to hug death,
He has seen things greater than death;
He has met with pain beyond him,
And poison tastes like it is milk.

There are a million ways to die,
When depressed you’ll see all at once.
You can use a tissue to hang,
You can flush yourself through a sink;
I can list a thousand more ways,
That I’ve thought and tested and tried.

Truth be told, some days could be dark,
No stars and no songs from a lark.
No believe in a Noah’s ark.

Younglan Louis