My daughter, your battlefied disguised as peace
by Marie Duddle
Writing a poem used to be easy
the words would just flow, come freely to me.
But since you have left me all I can do
is pray the Lord's prayer, and trust He is there.
For something went missing, something just died
the day you decided to end your difficult life
I wonder why and shed my tears, I know alas
I may never hear
also - WHY?
You never came to me, though you promised that you would
you could choose such a horrific way of leaving
not realising I would be the one to see it
you are, are you with God?
Has he forgiven do you have peace at last?
For long lasted the struggle within
you fought your own war
the battlefield was rough
bipolar a cruel enemy
and I, your mother have to accept
that there is nothing I could do
to keep you safe and smiling
how could I? your soul inside was dying.