Poetry, Poets, Suicide Poem by James McLain

In realms of verse, where souls take flight,
Where muses dance and dreams ignite,
A shadow looms, a somber hue,
A question whispers, haunting too:

'Beyond the veils of sorrow's shroud,
Why have so many poets vowed
To surrender life's fragile thread,
And dwell among the silent dead? '

It's not in words alone we find
The depths of poets' troubled mind.
Though melancholy's ink may stain,
There's more to ponder, to explain.

For poets oft, with tender hearts,
Navigate life's intricate arts.
They feel the world with heightened sense,
Embrace its beauty, feel its dense.

Within their souls, emotions soar,
They seek the truths we all adore.
Yet burdened by intensity,
They're caught in life's duality.

For poets yearn to touch the sky,
To taste the stars, to never die,
But in their quest for boundless heights,
They stumble on despair's dim lights.

Their hearts, exposed, feel every pain,
From love's euphoria to its disdain.
Their minds, a universe of thought,
With cosmic beauty, darkness fraught.

These poets, bearers of the truth,
Unmasking life's eternal ruse,
They face the world with open eyes,
But see its depths, its stark goodbyes.

And in the depths where shadows dwell,
A tender heart can falter, swell.
When all seems lost, no solace near,
Despair whispers, breeds ancient fear.

It's not just mental illness, friend,
That leads some poets to their end.
Their struggles vast, beyond our gaze,
Invisible chains, a silent maze.

The weight of expectations' toll,
The battle to regain control,
The isolation they endure,
In quest for something pure and sure.

Yet 'midst the darkness, let us see
The brilliance that these poets be.
For through their pain, they gift us light,
Their verses sparkle in the night.

Their words, immortal, touch our souls,
Ignite our minds, make us feel whole.
Their sacrifice, a tragic cost,
But in their art, forever lost.

So let us honor those who fell,
Their legacy, a sacred spell.
And in our hearts, may we abide,
The poets' flame, undying tide.

For in their verses, they survive,
Eternally, their spirits thrive.
Beyond despair, they find release,
In poesy's eternal peace.