suicide poetry

so lost
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
will you glimmer on the sea?
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the sun is up
sad are they who know not love
i can not tell you now
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
in all things not spoken of
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
i saw him once before
master of human destinies am i
i saw god. do you doubt it?
have you not heard