If you are reading this, it means that I am dead,

Never cried like that –

I read your e-mail

My heart dropped

I fell to my knees

I crumbled into disbelief

I sunk into immediate grief

The earth swallowed me whole

A knife pierced my heart

Profound infinite sadness hit me like a concrete wall

Left with nothing but drifting reasons

I knew about the turmoil

I knew about second chances

I knew about faults

and I knew about the haunts

I knew about the abyss, the loss, the lost

I knew about the frost that freezes you solid

I knew about the contemplations

The methods

and

The great deep gorge

All else hidden from my position in the inner circle

I knew about the torture

I knew about the pain

I knew about the struggle

The love

The lack of love

The fighting

The understanding

The diagnosis

The family

The torn pieces

The excess of judgement

I knew about the self-destruction

I knew about the fixation

I knew about the desperation

The mourning of the day

The false prophecies

The agony

The self

I read your e-mail

Which path will you choose?

Another statistic?

Perhaps the footsteps of the Leporidae?

© 2025 David Greg Harth

25.02.22.20.30.00@NYC