No one saw him as he flew,
Brief airborne in a dive.
No attention there his purpose drew,
As he chose self to deprive.

Many times he'd passed this way,
Ostensibly to think.
And perhaps would contemplate this day,
Yet from its prospect shrink.

A viaduct atop the town,
Where lives advance below.
And though a part and well renown,
His gloom they'd never know.

With family he would share its views,
Of the town and parish church,
But he would there see darker hues,
For meaning, futile search.

Days with purpose and bearing gone,
All things which brought him joy.
No resource left to call upon,
No lifeboat to deploy.

His children's love no panacea,
His wife's no saving grace.
His friends nor promising career,
Could illumine inner space.

Nothing left to speak its truth,
Or rescue hope once more.
Gone blithe tricks of sanguine youth,
No backup to restore.

All that embodied this haunted man,
Is gone with a dread step taken.
Any wish to have helped, now never can,
Life; all he was, forsaken.