Before reading this poem, I would briefly like to explain why I wrote this. I recently read a fascinating short story written in German called’ Leutnant Gustl by Austrian author Arthur Schnitzler. Although not in anyway similar to my poem, the main themes are suicide and the pressures placed on us by certain social orders. I decided after reading Leutnant Gustl that I too would like to see at least what it would be like to write about such a sensitive and depressing topic as suicide. So here you are: ‘A kindred Soul’.
She sits and stares towards the moon;
A kindred soul within the night
Who begins to fall too soon;
For now the tears reflect her light.
Her hair flows though it were alive
In the wailing mountain wind.
And as her kindred slowly dives
So does the sanity in her mind.
She sits and stares towards the clock
That sings to her “it’s safe to go”,
Away from careless parent’s mocks
Their insults make the clock tick slow.
Among her painful troubled dreams,
She sees a window to escape:
A mountain and a kindred moon,
Run through mind in vivid streams.
And with that simple word ‘escape’
She knows exactly what to do.
She sits and stares towards the moon;
A kindred soul behind a hill.
The end of moonlight comes too soon,
Alone, she’s seated deathly still.
The dawn rises to another day:
A joyful sun enlightens all,
She wonders “What a perfect way,
To end my life?”-She tips and falls.
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