I cannot bring myself to write Of something so dark, so bleak, so trite As suicide, that final flight Into the void, that endless night But still, the urge within me burns To give a voice to those who yearn For peace, for rest, for love returned For something other than what they've learned I cannot fathom their despair The weight of burdens they must bear The constant ache that fills the air The never-ending cycle of care But still, I feel their pain as mine Their shattered dreams, their broken spine Their faltering steps, their weakened shine Their final act, their last decline Oh, how I wish to offer light To those who face the darkest night To those who can no longer fight To those who feel alone, in spite Of all the love that may surround Of all the kindness that abounds Of all the beauty to be found In life, if only they were bound But still, the void can seem so deep The pain can seem so sharp, so steep The hope can fade, the tears can seep Into a heart that cannot keep
Poem Written by Deniz Ertaş
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