A Tale Of Loneliness And Grief

Once upon a time there was a boy
With a golden heart
Every day, time and again
He went to a river, a cold stream

Every time the sun scared the sky
He took heart and stepped into the water
As the water ran down, he swam upstream
To reach the place where his hopes laid buried

Again and again, the stream held him back

After years of trying, he shed hope
He gave up and went to an old tree
Where he tied a rope around its branch
With his head in the noose

He started crying, screaming for salvation
For someone to cut his rope

" I begged for release and help to escape my cage
I cried for only a shadow to stroke my soul
Release me! "

There was no shadow to stroke his soul
No one to release him from his pain
So he took heart a last time and released himself

Suicide
He chose suicide
Now he sleeps tight in the realm of the fallen
He died full of grief, his corpse left alone
No salvation for the shining