An elderly woman, tragically dead.
Her untimely death, a shock to many.
But she, who took her own life,
Fell down eight stories to her demise.
Corpse found her at the break of daylight
Amidst the rush of a Monday morning
Bloodied head lying by the drain
Lifeless body left to be found
Scandal in the quiet neighbourhood
A suicide case was remarkably rare
Crowds gathered to stop and stare
For the police were now there
Dark blue tent to cover the morbid sight,
Forensic officers sent up to the flat.
Yellow tents set up at the void deck
Scarlet incense sticks smoked
While tears were provoked
Upon an altar, a portrait of the departed
A face of a woman looked back;
Too young to die, yet too tired to survive.
A morose young woman sat in black.
Her heart, a storm of emotions;
Remorse, Regret, Repentance…
She had lost her mother.
A funeral yet to come
The guests soon to arrive
A coffin sits peacefully next to the altar
Many a word comes to mind:
Simplicity. Solitude. Suicide.
Within next few hours
Relatives will arrive to mourn her
Silent weeping and bowed heads follow
Respects need to be paid,
Funeral procession to be underway
And a body to cremate.
Varna
