“Suicide” by Betti Bernardi

Where rests the soul
of torment's birth
that struggles through
tangled, thistled rigidity?

Where hides the solace
comfort's arms and
mighty peace sought
with silent, screeching plea?

Where travels the mind
of tranquil bent,
turned tumultuous within,
seeming serenity without?

Where resides the justice
that would prevail
when worldly strife begs
demands perceived too dear?

Where goes vitality
when lethargy provokes,
lending false observations--
credence over reason?

Where lie the answers
to searing questions
that fire the imaginations
of those left bereft?

Where found the sweetness
life delivers, given
hope to light the way for the
Blazing fire survival seeks?