Ashes of an Unwritten Poem

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