And I cry for the loss….

“…They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit. Suicide only precipitates a darker continuation of the same conditions from which escape was sought. A condition under circumstances so much more painful.”
― Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come

For masses
A friend yet
Not a personal friend,
A childhood icon
Who taught me that laughter was ok,
Who taught me that you can be
All you dream.
A master in disguise
What torments the mind
To make the call that the time is now,
And I cry for the loss,
But I think I was told once,
that this is how life goes.
Rhyme with no reason
Losses yet another
And I don’t know why.
But hearts ache for a family at loss
Hearts are broken
for no good that I know of,
but it is not my moment.
These are not my lines to speak
but a Solitary goodbye spoken to the wind.
Missed you will be
and anger fills my heart,
But I will survive
For that is the honest way
to say goodbye.
Curtain call
Fade to black.
No standing ovation of flowers
As you have gone
Shutting the door,
Goodbyes never spoken aloud.

Dead poets society:
Neil: [quoting Henry David Thoreau] “I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.”

I hate being angry with the choices people make, but it is their choice and not mine, and still it breaks the heart and I can only cry in sadness….if only….questions un Answered.
To my childhood icon, rest in peace….thank you for your gift of laughter.