Have you ever had a very hard day?

Question

End of His Story

by C.S. Scotkin

Hampered by bureaucracy

hobbled by infirmity

imprisoned by pain, poverty,

he left me to find the casing.

Pulseless wrist, empty bottle

clutched in hopeless hope.

Blackness, guilty anger

my eyes that missed despair

filled with tears for us both..

Final self medication

I will not judge.

I am not that wise.

His strife is over…

Answer 1

May his soul find peace, flying across the sky of blue serenity his heart could not find from below. He soars now, you are wise enough not to judge, my heart is with you in your sorrow, my soul with his in his ecstasy. Blessed be, may you find resolve.

Answer 2

We cannot judge nor experience the pain so deep of another.  I hope there is now closure.  Your poem moved me.  

Answer 3

How sad it is when someone does commit suicide, when in pain, seems like they have a legit reason, and yes who are we to judge!  I really like this poem the way the non judgment was made as an issue to the poem! Good job, loved the way you did get the message across!

Cheers!

Answer 4

"Hi!",

That was sad. I think I'm on the right track that your talking about an end too a relationship?

Very well written poem

Cheers : )

Good morning/afternoon too you!  : )

Oh, I didn't realize that.

That is really sad too hear.

Answer 5

This struck home.  My Dad died this spring.  He refused food for thirty days until his body succumbed.  The death certificate said progressive dementia.  I think it was a final act of courage.  This man also took the final act of courage.  Who are we to judge.  Well said.

Answer 6

The hardest part of these incidents and a very true poignant line:

he left me to find the casing.

I hate how true even the beginning of that line is:

he left me to find...

Nicely done.

Answer 7

This is the tragedy of working in geriatrics--to find a patient who has performed a "final self-medication" leaving you, as nurse to "find the casing" must have been a horror.

No, we are not judges. We are poets. May he now rest, pain-free.

Answer 8

Not since 1991.

Answer 9

He is in a place now with no bureaucracy or pain. I think he would have been touched by your remembrance.  

Answer 10

I would hope if I was ever sick I would be lucky enough to have a nurse who cares as much as you do.He is in a better place. Amen

Answer 11

I am glad you could write about it Sis. "Better out than in". Keep breathing and have a good cry sometime. Cat therapy works too.

Answer 12

That must have been tough for you to see. You handled it very well, by not judging, just pray for him.

I am a HHA; I really don`t want to experience stuff like that, but if I stay in the field long enough, I probably will.

Answer 13

CS,

   What can I say Dear.....Amidst this piece is my mortality.  

Answer 14

Yes. Poetry is an art, just like drawing, that inspired me.

How to draw a picture.

Start with a blank surface.

It doesn't have to be paper or canvas,

but if feel it should be white,

because we need a word.

It's true name is nothing.

Black is the absence of light.

White is the absence of memory,

the color of can't remember. --- Stephen King  8})