_He said to himself," I am tired of life,"_
_"I need a rope laced round my neck, better than a knife,"_
_"Life has nothing to offer_
_give me solitude, to lay far,"_
_"Altitude of suffering had enslaved my heart,"_
_"I need a lift from this discord earth."_
_Worries gripped his heart, as he swayed like a pendulum,_
_Forlorn had played a role to him, an intimate chum,_
_He needed an altitude of solitude higher than his attitude,_
_The world he left for, there a perfect solitude_
_lies with tensed multitudes._
_The morning he's ever afraid of_ _while evening stars ripped his spine off,_
_He had seen a place better than his race,_
_He held death to his arms as he slain in ace._
_The skies are hazy, he needed to see beyond,_
_He needed to view earth in mirrors that shows its wonders,_
_His heart were heavily entangled, he needed to break the bonds,_
_See wonders shall never end, but it ends in ponder._
_*©WILLIAMS A.BELOVED*_