Suicide is the one form of death that has quite a stigma attached to it. It brings with it a feeling of shame and betrayal. It is not the same as saying to someone "My father died in a car crash" nor is it the same as saying someone died from a heart attack. Having to explain that someone took their own life can be quite a difficult thing to do as we have no explanation as to why this dreadful occurance took place. Suicide amongst young men is currently growing quite significantly around the world and I hope that by reading my poem and my newly published book "From Those Death Left Behind" that people can see the effects that suicide has on the family and friends that are left behind to deal with the loss and pain. I have dedicated my poem "Suicide" below, to the memory of my father the late James Evans who sadly took his own life on the 29th October 1990. May his soul find eternal peace. Suicide The power to supress The pain and the loss The tears and the saddness The grief inside Lying there Dormant Sleep please, oh sleep The memories suppressed No power to deal With the pain that you caused The gap no one can fill Your selfish act Leaves me broken Afraid to love Afraid to live Through suppression I survive Suicide not only killed you Copyright Amanda Evans |
