Suicide
It really was just a matter of happenstance.
Innocent wrong turns
An illness here and there
Sometimes the chips just fall this way.
An impossible economy.
Man- this guy worked hard.
He dreamed of giving as his parents had-
But he wasn’t living in their world…
A better time long ago.
You might think…all that work…
Bad people took advantage.
You have to wonder, at least they survived.
It was a beating-
Bill after bill after bill-
Job after job after job.
His kid’s alright-
Minding his own business-
Oblivious to Hell-
It is the one thing Dad is thankful for.
But it all takes such a toll
He can’t last.
What an amazing decent man…
But all about easing other’s burdens…
So before he becomes one…
His last words…an apology to his ex-wife…
All he did was love.
It wasn’t enough.
He falls like the chips.
John H. Bidwell
suicide has such an unending pain to it
a permanence for those left behind to feel it...
this is such an emotional write John
Your poetic voice speaks of Love's Living Wounds...
Vickie
Regis
This is filled with such raw pain, such emotion... it's hard to feel, hard to know and understand... my best friend traveled this road just three weeks ago when the son of a dear friend took this path. She is still hurting and trying to cope. It's so hard to come to grips with the reasons and understand the emotional hell that this person was living with. You said it well in your last few lines... "All he did was love. It wasn't enough."
Very powerful, my friend. My condolences to you.
Many hugs,
Tami
Anna
Christine
Cheers,
Dan
Powerful right. It's such a shame. A permanent solution to a temporary problem.
Mary