Suicide

A simple poem about standing on the brink of self destruction.

Far off-shore in the dense dark night
a small boat's sailing forth
through storms and stars
and scattered hopes
to the Dying Lands up north.

The storm soon pass a silence fell
the small boat's sailing by
For broken dreams
and scattered hopes'
a deadly lullaby.

The Land's in sight, a calm embrace
as day makes way for night
At journey's end
can't comprehend
the darkness' radiant light.