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Despair

A friend of mine committed suicide,
a case that made impression by its most dramatic exit –
some are poisoned by exaggerated medication
and are driven to extremes to gun down people
with self-immolation as a grand finale,
while more timid people bury their despair
and anguish in themselves, like my friend Henning,
ending up by laying himself down across the railway track.
If life is felt as merely a continuous humiliation
constantly more painful and exacerbated,
who can then accuse a poor and wretched suicide of anything?
Is it not most natural and logic to conclude by any means
an unendurable ordeal of suffering that only can get worse
for which there is no cure? There is a surge of suicides now
because of the Corona crisis,
people jumping off from bridges, taking poison,
drinking themselves to perdition
or old people dying from the terror of confinement.
Bankruptcy is no more than a challenge thing,
no reason for self-immolation or the ruin of your life
since life will always go on anyway,
and all you can and should do is to make the best of it
under the circumstances.

Poetry by Christian Lanciai