Intense and pitiful poem
An entire life...just dismissed, then gone
A tedious existence with no luxury of peace to truly reflect
A precious life lost and faded away
So much potential, not realized but abandoned
the idea of hanging from a cliff, falling, crashing on the ground is breath-taking when taken figuratively...Well done, Blossom, and keep it up. Is Blossom Mist your real name? It doesn't sound Indian...