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
