Book Of Counted Sorrows

IS IT? *Sorrows of Despair*

A/N: ok- so this one comes from me playing Devil's Advocate for the Dark side, hehe. I love to take a simple idea or question- then take it so far I'm sitting on Satan's lap with the papers clutched and burning in my hands. It simply asks the question... Is it? The answers are for you to decide. Me being me- I chose the dark.. *in my head* Just want to reiterate that I don't condone suicide (I just think about Death.... a LOT). But obviously I'm still here (thank Goddess for paper & poetry)

Is LIFE so dear a thing, that I
Should dread and fear the day I DIE?

Is sunshine so pure? Flowers so cute?
That in my pain, I should remain mute?

Are Rainbows so dear? Rain so wet?
That when I cry I should forget,
That horror now reigns, where joy once set?
     Its throne outgrown.
            Reality wept.

Is Moonlight so bright? Stars so sere?
That I should rejoice and content to stay here?
In this dismal, dark place-
   In vain to search and race
      For a mirror to match my face.

Are the fleeting moments of Time so spare,
That I should hold on till the next one is here?
Then tarry on further; till the next one, until
I'm the
Last.
Sorry.
Drop.
Still stuck to the sill
Of the Window of a Life
Gone horribly wrong.
    And the Storm of 'Chance' has come- and long gone?

For all that Time can heal and mend-
Is it truly worth the effort to spend
Hope?
And suspend disbelief in the End?

Is the RARELY pure Smile
So joyous the I'll
Forget to frown and swallow my bile?

Is the sight of my Daughter's innocent face
Leverage enough to keep me in place?
Locked in disgrace?
  To await the sigh
      That echoes Goodbye?

Is a glimpse into His blue-hued eyes
Enough to make it worth Life's lies?
Is my Sister's anchor so deep
That in this realm, my Soul, it can keep?
  Sad shade secure-
     Dim fate endured.

Or is Death's lure
So blinding...
So sure...

That I can't help but swim in?
Bite down and give in.

Is the Mystery worth the surprise
Of taking the leap?
Testing the ties
That bind us to a destitute Life-

Is there forgiveness for wanting the knife
That severs the link?

Think on it.... Think!

To close your eyes to all of Life's pain
And NEVER have to open again
One lid to shed unending rain.

To find that LIFE is not a thing
So Dear- that Death can't visit Thee-
And End a thing that's lasted long...
A Pain too deep...
   Even for song.

A Pain so profound-
That if given a sound--

It would shatter the World from the inside out...

It would dry up all tears...
   Soul's infinite drought.
What then would the Fight for Life be about?

An existence wrought, solely to profane
A Pain so arcane
It defies the term "Pain".

Even for these words,
   Torn from within....

That entreat of Death,
    A hushed End-

Is it a Sin?

Or isn't it, then?