He sat alone in life for the most part
Writing verses from a poets true heart
Along the paths he had chosen and taken
But all of the time his soul was forsaken
Anger built up and was never released
Rarely in life did he ever find peace

Feelings below in a silent volcano
Eruptions awaiting a violent crescendo
Walls crumbling beneath darkened skies
He kept it hidden so nobody knew why
Inside his body he just wanted to die
He wrote of his pain in a note of suicide

He felt only if somewhere existed peace
Beyond heavens gates for some release
This cherished path he would now take
His destiny of peace his chosen fate
Rainbows and angels of beauty float
It was his final wish in his suicide note

4/10/2015