The vapors of desperation had crawled;
Fog snakes curling his body's form.
Stood half teetering along the edge
Of an unfamiliar precipice containing
What he knew not.

He had carried his medicine pack,
Heavy, a prison held on his back.
What was the use of sending a note
Caught on the air of the winds
Bounding from that deep crevice!

Would Gods and Demons meet him
In his pathetic descent?
'Let them join me!',
Suicidal, he said.

Taking his last short step
down...down...

And maybe..

He thought of the connections with people
Hard to ever make. Hidden in his mind.
It wouldn't be fair to take someone with him.
To share what had been stolen and ripped.
Oh, what a poor, poor soul.

He jumped after few sad thoughts taunted him.