Eternal Suffering

The river flows, yet leads me nowhere –

just locked and left in the pit of despair.

I call and scream to no avail;

I’ve tried hard to fight, but each time I’ve failed.

The sun is always shining, but selfish with its light.

Not everyone is feeling warmth, only those who choose to fight.

If I followed suit, and try to begin again,

who says I’ll ever triumph? Who says I’ll ever win?

Each person that lives will surely die.

Does it really matter when, how, or why?

Each person should know when it’s their time.

Is it really a sin to take your own life?

17 May 1992