Poem and Realm
My suicide letter
Before I fall too low let me hand this precious and sad moment into your cares.
My duration are at count and fast ticking but I will be brief to tell you what will hurt in your eyes and peg you on your left cheek.
My falls are my plight and my grievances,
My yester-night are my most victorious time in my life ,
I don’t know if I was actually born to win but I won that one night.
I saw a persuasive reason of hanging like a sleeping bat,
And dying like one convicted of a national crime.
I smiled at this weird and most wishing moment of life,
An argument of declining I gave no attentions to for it has been aeon, I expected this to come.
Now listen, while my old and dim eyes closes in multiple
I have finally failed to accept my failure of affecting life but rather defected others from their glorious days.
I hold the keys to many lives but only few came to seek for it,
I gave them because they conquered my strongholds.
Should I think of bragging about what I never achieved? but they sound beautiful and disappointing.
Perhaps, I may have not gather at right seasons
But I planted when I was freed from laziness, now they grow, who shall harvest?
This was my suicide letter to my success from my failed years