Thursday 18 September 2014


We are plunged into the dark
Morass of suicidal grief
Solemn and soundless

The silence of oppressive 

We cannot breathe
There is no rest

We gasp and dash about
Fretfully seeking 
Air and freedom

From guilt
The endless question

As if we could 
Have stopped you 
Going as you did

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