Tuesday, 26 June 2012

A poem on grief that will not heal


In our writing group there was discussion on recent suicides, especially among the young in our community, and the anguish they leave behind.  Knowing how desperate one must be to take one's own life there can only be compassion for those who find themselves in that lonely place.  Certainly no judgement or condemnation is intended but this poem arose from the consequences of such actions on those who remain behind.  

 

Suicide


In violation of my love
You took your life
Cutting our link with death’s blade
I bleed your loss profusely
Searching for a tourniquet of reason

Guilt, despair, explanations
cannot dispel the utter pain
Of knowing I was not enough
When my heart wails its willingness to face any ordeal for you
Any but this cold dead box

Nails hammered into sweet memories of love
Earth now covers that part of me
That was the best
What remains but this shell of deadness?
A mockery of living.

Etched upon my soul
Your absence is an acid
It burns unrelieved by time
Why not plunge the blade in here
It would have been a kinder deed by far

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