Sign Reads, "Left, Not Coming Back". Poem by Sandra Feldman

To have died
Before dying,
From a distant litany
A persistent, song of songs
Of impossibilities!
Is like having died
A hundred times over,
Each day becomes
A hideous burden,
Difficult, to get over
Solitude, unwanted chambers
Of isolated sadness,
Repeated over and over again
Where nothing makes any sense,
Because all is gone, anyway
As the evening sun slowly sinks
Into a sea of desperation,
Black waters, asphyxiation
Where all dream have become
Undone,
And Sanity is on the run.