Bereft of this Life
There is a slant of fate that is cruel
How unbearable the dull numbness
In comparison to the sharp and known
Somehow the lateral events
Does not appease a soul
Connected to the vertical order of the now
Death follows me like a source of solutions
To the inevitable need to
Remember privately, what is important
There is no convenient resolution
To this problem, I am afraid
We are not meant to succeed
In a material world that craves
Always more, profit, fuel, addiction
We consume and they learn to prey
Upon our talents for consumption
If I conduct seppuku (taking my life for honour)
Don’t forgive me, realize
That I wasn’t an ironic spirit
I was too serious and bereft of this life.
Wuji Seshat 
Do not take your life. You are a fine and sensitive poet. Sending love! ❤
Thanks Susan, ah do not worry.