It was sad to learn that a writer of his caliber was found in a distressed state in his final days leading up to his death in October of 1849.
Throughout history, it seems that those who have given us the greatest art sometimes leave this mortal plane in the saddest fashion. Writers like Jack Kerouac, Ernest Hemingway, and many others seem to have been in great turmoil in their final hours and undeserving of their premature demise. This was the case for Poe. Often, I wonder what Poe would have accomplished if he had lived past the age of forty. What kind of stories and poetry would we see from him in his later years if he had lived longer? Of course, there's no answer to this. I suppose it makes his body of work even more precious to those who have read it and knew of the history of his life.
In homage to him, I wrote a short story that got published. It is my humble attempt to pay tribute to such a great writer.
Short Story Link: link
B. A. Varghese
