Loosing body parts with no one to assist in the world opens one's mind to suicidal tendencies. That's what this poem is about.

Suicidal

Rhosas

Thoughts worth the entire destruction of my being,

Like a flood, it came fiercely to drown my sorrows

For the problems at home wearies my soul.

The other side is beautiful compared to these wars I face.

All was well three months ago when my hands were alive.

Lost in an accident with the offender behind bars,

I'm left without them in this empty world;

No more debt bills at my doors steps daily-

More importantly, no more pains and struggles

As the pain intensifies, so does the mockery,

I await the day the neighbors would be all out -

They never helped before and they won't now.