Lost in the tangled thoughts of
Seductive voices
Calling “Come hither,
We’ll help you escape from the pain and torment”.
In those last moments
Remembering not those who care,
Unable to reach out to grasp what surely would be
A proffered hand of help,
A staff of support,
A pillar to lean on,
If only they had known
The oppressive pull of the deep dark abyss
Enveloping all around,
And ******* you dry.
The cavernous pain and loss,
Excruciating guilt,
Unanswered questions,
Swirling confusion
Of those left behind,
A mother burying her favoured son,
A best friend losing his confidant,
A world shining less bright
With the loss of potential of what might have been.