Suicide
A mother cries
Her child dies
This is what we fear
"Why" the mother screams
Her child is lost to dreams
A reason she does crave
Why is her son in a grave
"Did he have thoughts of me?"
If only she could see
He knew why
She wanted him to die
Never did she love him
Each day his light grew more dim
One day he knew
What he had to do
Life must end now
He need only decide how
My life has no point
The boy came to conclude
Life he did embark to elude
"Death seems so fascinating
My soul needs emancipating"
His love shown to no one
Now his life is done
His mother still cries
Tears of remembrance fill her eyes
Sorrow fills her breast
"Now my son can rest"
Thoughts of her gentle son
"What have I done?"
Death did not come soon
Forced to look at the moon
Love finally becomes his thought
What is it his death has brought
A mother cries on a grave
Never did she begin to think

Her son was on the brink

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