Writing is my passion. Writing is my escape from this chaotic world that we all live in.

To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.

Poetry is the arch of expression under which the heart's language is created.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a heart in port –
Done with the compass –
Done with the chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the sea!
Might I moor – Tonight –
In thee!

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.

You could tell immediately that care and passion had gone into writing it.