Poetic-Verses-Awakening Spirits and Memories
LYNNE
On many subjects already
I have written,
About hate
And how love has bitten.
Of dreams and flying,
And soaring high.
Of depression,
And looking to the sky.
But one thing
I have not spoken of
Is the death of my sister
Or the strength of her love.
I must admit
I had to ask why
I've not put pen to paper,
I've not even tried
So now is the time
I think it's right
To tell the tale
Of her short life
The anguish she went through,
A heart broken in two
This is her story
Written out for you
She died before
She got chance to be a wife
Twenty years old
She took her own life
Not by pills
Or the edge of a knife
She ended it all
By an easier route
Carbon monoxide poisoning,
It supposed to be the kindest way to go
Now I'm not advocating it
This you have to know!
For when someone
Chooses to end it all
Then you really have to ask the
Questions WHY?
Well here I can finally
Tell the tale
Of 26 years ago
When my sister lost the plot
A last goodbye
With her heart full of stone
She died in her car
All alone!
A final goodbye
In letters she wrote
To three most important
People she spoke
Locked up tight
Within the garage
Tears on her cheeks
She silently wept
Ever so slowly
She drifted into sleep
Not a thing any more would she feel
Never again would tears sit on her cheek
Never again would words wound her deep
My sister had lost everything
She thought she had
Her love had been scorned
And she was too sad
Everything she ever known
Was gone
She no longer wanted
To live on!
Her love which she gave passionately
As only she knew how
Was given to a man who had no rights
For he was already taken in matrimonial vow
A little passionate love affair
A flighty fling he had with her
And my sister innocent of the game
Was none the wiser of the wife or her name
It was only by a dropped word
By a colleague at work
That dad found out the game
Of this married jerk
Dad tackled my sister of what she knew
And of lies this man had told
None too few
Which left my sister‘s heart stone-cold
Her world destroyed by the chosen words
She thought no-one cared
Her heart ripped and torn in two
My sister ran. Well wouldn't you?
She drove down to the garage that night
Sat inside her car out of sight
And so that night she ended her life
Never to be 21 or a wife!
So now it is 26 years down the line
The month of November the time
We have mourned her loss over the years
But now we have stopped crying our tears
Many years it took to understand why
Over time we really did try
To understand and accept
Why she chose to die
The only thing is we learned to cope
We never gave up we learned to hope
She gave us courage to carry on
And acknowledge the fact she was gone
Coping with death is never an easy task
It opens up more questions un-asked
Where did she go
Is she still around us I don't really know
But one thing I have learned
Is there are many out there like me
Who have lost loved ones
Who are searching to be free
Free of the constant questions
The unanswered “Why's”
Free of the torment of
Why they died
Free of the guilt
Which we put ourselves through
Free of the tears
When a death is too new
The anguish felt
At the phone ring
The pain felt
A heart no longer able to sing
The emptiness of their chair
The loneliness in the air
The shallowness of laughter
The love of those who care
The vacant seat at the table
At Christmas time
Getting rid of her things
Seemed such a crime
But no point in holding
Her room like a shrine
That took us nowhere
Except stuck in time
We had to move on
And accept she had gone
So now 26 years down the line
I can say with truth it's time
Our family still think of her
She is still part of who we are
We know she is still with us in spirit
And therefore not so far
I believe by telling you this
Those like us can receive hope
And know that others like you
Have learned to cope!
Jayc
November 21st 2004
I have written,
About hate
And how love has bitten.
Of dreams and flying,
And soaring high.
Of depression,
And looking to the sky.
But one thing
I have not spoken of
Is the death of my sister
Or the strength of her love.
I must admit
I had to ask why
I've not put pen to paper,
I've not even tried
So now is the time
I think it's right
To tell the tale
Of her short life
The anguish she went through,
A heart broken in two
This is her story
Written out for you
She died before
She got chance to be a wife
Twenty years old
She took her own life
Not by pills
Or the edge of a knife
She ended it all
By an easier route
Carbon monoxide poisoning,
It supposed to be the kindest way to go
Now I'm not advocating it
This you have to know!
For when someone
Chooses to end it all
Then you really have to ask the
Questions WHY?
Well here I can finally
Tell the tale
Of 26 years ago
When my sister lost the plot
A last goodbye
With her heart full of stone
She died in her car
All alone!
A final goodbye
In letters she wrote
To three most important
People she spoke
Locked up tight
Within the garage
Tears on her cheeks
She silently wept
Ever so slowly
She drifted into sleep
Not a thing any more would she feel
Never again would tears sit on her cheek
Never again would words wound her deep
My sister had lost everything
She thought she had
Her love had been scorned
And she was too sad
Everything she ever known
Was gone
She no longer wanted
To live on!
Her love which she gave passionately
As only she knew how
Was given to a man who had no rights
For he was already taken in matrimonial vow
A little passionate love affair
A flighty fling he had with her
And my sister innocent of the game
Was none the wiser of the wife or her name
It was only by a dropped word
By a colleague at work
That dad found out the game
Of this married jerk
Dad tackled my sister of what she knew
And of lies this man had told
None too few
Which left my sister‘s heart stone-cold
Her world destroyed by the chosen words
She thought no-one cared
Her heart ripped and torn in two
My sister ran. Well wouldn't you?
She drove down to the garage that night
Sat inside her car out of sight
And so that night she ended her life
Never to be 21 or a wife!
So now it is 26 years down the line
The month of November the time
We have mourned her loss over the years
But now we have stopped crying our tears
Many years it took to understand why
Over time we really did try
To understand and accept
Why she chose to die
The only thing is we learned to cope
We never gave up we learned to hope
She gave us courage to carry on
And acknowledge the fact she was gone
Coping with death is never an easy task
It opens up more questions un-asked
Where did she go
Is she still around us I don't really know
But one thing I have learned
Is there are many out there like me
Who have lost loved ones
Who are searching to be free
Free of the constant questions
The unanswered “Why's”
Free of the torment of
Why they died
Free of the guilt
Which we put ourselves through
Free of the tears
When a death is too new
The anguish felt
At the phone ring
The pain felt
A heart no longer able to sing
The emptiness of their chair
The loneliness in the air
The shallowness of laughter
The love of those who care
The vacant seat at the table
At Christmas time
Getting rid of her things
Seemed such a crime
But no point in holding
Her room like a shrine
That took us nowhere
Except stuck in time
We had to move on
And accept she had gone
So now 26 years down the line
I can say with truth it's time
Our family still think of her
She is still part of who we are
We know she is still with us in spirit
And therefore not so far
I believe by telling you this
Those like us can receive hope
And know that others like you
Have learned to cope!
Jayc
November 21st 2004
