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