Don’t Go (Suicide’s survivors)

For the last post of Suicide Prevention Month

Don’t Go (Suicide’s Survivors)

The midnight calls, a soldier’s shame,

through empty voice I hear shoulders sag

time spent in hell, to close to evils flame,

I plead with you to change your mind

too many demons you were unable to tame,

you left us abruptly under night’s deep cover

years that have passed we can barely say your name,

No death a hero, no folded flag,

In private thoughts we each know we were the one to blame.

In Memory of Clay Hunt (1982-2011)

clay-hunt

I’m sorry that it couldn’t be enough…

 

 

About Frances Wiedenhoeft

After a lifetime in nursing, anesthesia and the Army I now write, blog, attend school for journalism and massage, and watch my 3 grandchildren. I am a veteran of Desert Storm, Iraq and Afghanistan and try to serve other vets such as myself, and to work for peace.
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2 Responses to Don’t Go (Suicide’s survivors)

  1. Sunshine Jansen says:

    These have been so moving, Frances, and eloquent. Thank you for taking on such a difficult and critical subject with such compassion.