You’re dead.
My head
a kharmic muddle
I mull upon
morality,
your despair,
a pall
wrapped ’round
mortality.
You’re dead.
(Still trying to wrap my head around the murder/suicide last week of a kid I knew and worried about).
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Shawn L. Bird 
The Irish poet, John O’Donahue, wrote a poem for friends and family of a suicide that can be found in his book “Bless the Space Between Us”. You may find some solace in his beautiful words. It is so hard to put one’s head around such pain. Having with someone who suffered from severe depression I feel for both you and the young man. So tragic. At least he is at peace now. It is the people who are left behind who must live with the legacy of wondering how it could have been averted. Blessings to you.
I found a copy of it here: http://unavitabella.com/2009/09/10/for-the-family-friends/ You’re right. Very beautiful.
That is so sad, we had some suicides in this rural area too, and it is something to try and fathom – how can we stop this happening. Beyond Blue in Australia does a lot work in this field.
It’s so sad when people feel death (someone else’s and their own) is the solution to anything. Especially intelligent people, who had a world of awesome potential ahead of them.
What does research tell us, what do families tell us, they have been having some massive forums on this in Australia.
What I know from Restitution training: All behaviour is purposeful. There is a perceived benefit from the action, or it is not done. I hope they will reveal what is learned from the forensics of this particular case, because it’s awful to think this kid with so much potential slipped through the cracks, and no one recognized he was this desperate, just because he dressed well and was courteous to those in authority.
the inner life can be a mystery and conceal lots of complications.
Indeed. “Still waters run deep” as they say.
Turmoil is what’s left behind isn’t it
Turmoil, and soooooo many questions…
Beautiful, heart-felt poem. It’s a tragedy when a young life is lost unnecessarily. I hope writing of it will help you cope with what happened.
Thanks. I think I’ll be writing quite a few before I have it all together.
unnecessary
deaths
are never understandable
~
I’m sorry
to hear of these deaths
~
I hope your feelings
find some peace
over this senseless tragedy
peace
is a
long
road.
(Thanks)