Suicide; the Atom Bomb
(death is hardest for the living; a post traumatic suicide disaster)
When their life is taken by the best (self) kept secret,
an Atom Bomb is Dropped,
and everything they ever are, and everything they ever would be,
is gone in a phosphorus-flash…\in an ignited-instant/…
there’s nothing left but the smoldering crater: a reminder, of an echo
of everything they ever were…and everything they never will be…
All around the crater,
stumble the shellshocked-survivors –
beleaguered by their beloved, these family and friends
are left with infinite questions on their minds,
and zero answers in their hearts,
wondering: what they might or should have done,
to save what might/what should have been…
Call it: Post Traumatic Suicide Disaster.
This grasping for closure, like the grasping of straws…
…In a world where all it took was *just one more straw*
to break their special one’s spirit for good and gone…
If anyone, unfortunate enough, is left to stare at such an empty, empty, crater,
They tend to beg for some kind of epiphany to enlighten the whys…
or they tend to pray for some kind of answer to fall from the skies…
When staring at this lonely, lonely crater,
It’s only the silence that can remain fulfilled…
Because really,
what answers are there in a crater?
12/27/10
M. L, Michael
About…
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 800-273-8255
Please call or contact someone if you are having thoughts of suicide.
Talk before you act. There is always someone willing to listen. (like me)
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