Unsighted. (Weekend Appeal)

[Fay Slimm]

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Sleep slipped away as a blade of light,
thin as a razor pierced a crack in the curtains
and neatly bisected her lonely bed.

Another day looked at her disinclination
to leave the past while insubstantial brushes
with real sadness needed no relief.

Packed with hollowness time had stopped,
like a novel with myriad plots to inflate grief
loss was not seen as passing condition.

Lover and soul-mate taken her days were
disintegrating to unsighted dreaming, recall
liked living on the side of past ecstacy.

Helpless the look of a tearful mother who
crept in with coffee and noticed in slits of light
eyes shut tight and wrists seeping blood.

Drink spilt and cup shattered with a first
unbelieving
.
.
agonized
.
.
scream.

[Stella]

Oh Fay, the trauma of finding a loved one in those circumstances is almost unimaginable.

The suicidal mind cannot see beyond the moment and reasoning is lost somewhere in the past.

How well you have chosen words to highlight this dreadful plight which seems to be increasing in this modern world where there is so much pressure on young people.

[Sandra Martyres]

A traumatic experience such as the one described in your poem is impossible to live with... A dark but very affecting write Fay.

[Tom Balch]

Powerful and hard hitting, Fay. Brilliant penning.

[Seema Chowdhury]

Bold and beautiful.

[ken.brandli]

A heartfelt rendition of an all too common occurrence. There are no winners in suicide........