Fifteen years

A poem written about my grandmothers suicide

Fifteen years and I still hear your voice,

A broken heart, you made your choice.

Stand up and fight, you have to try,

Instead you chose to die.

White hot knife to the heart,

Your suicide tore me apart.

All atempts have failed,

The devostating ship has sailed.

I will never be the same,

Carrying my share of blame.

Maybe if i loved you more,

Your heart won't be so sore.

Maybe yould have stayed,

If we knelt and prayed.

Now all I have is a gaping hole,

Where you tore yourself from my soul.

Life's hard trying to be a man,

Since the suicide of my nan.

Author's Note

Please forgive spelling

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I lost two brothers to suicide. We will never understand. A sadness, we learn to live with. Thank you Joshua for sharing your worthwhile words and thoughts.
Coyote

[Farah Husain]

:' ( I don't have the words to express how sad and touching this poem is. It really hit me straight in the heart .