| Biographical Poetry posted February 3, 2012 |
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The night we learned our son had killed himself.
Pain
by justjo66
In shock and horror we stood
with tears as bitter as wormwood. How could this news be true? We were at a loss as what to do The phone rang at a late hour Took all our strength within our power The only thing left was to pray and wait for the day. Morning brought only more pain Our son had shot himself in his brain Lord we asked for your direction Why had our son felt such rejection? Answers we will never get at least not yet This we do believe To God's strength we'll ever cleave. |
Asking God for Direction writing prompt entry
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Writing Prompt Write a poem about asking the Lord for guidence because we know very little. the style of poem is up to you, but it needs to be at least 2 stazas and no more than 4. and it must rhyme. |
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Our son was one of the light's of our life. He died at 41years old 11 years ago Christmas night. Someday, I know we will see him again and get our questions answered. Thank you for reading. Today Sept. 10th, 2015 is World Wide Suicide Prevention Day. If you know anyone who is depressed get them help. Our son would not let us help him. He died in his truck on a lonely county road, a beautiful full moon shining. A shot gun blast to his head. He was smart, handsome, and so talented. He had three beautiful children that were left without a father. Parents that loved him. Yet, he felt hopeless because his wife of 17 years found another man. He thought he could not live without her. He could have if he had given himself just a little more time.
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