A Diamond Shattering Death

A Diamond Shattering Death

Diamonds shattering just behind her family's door
 for the life of her dear father is no more!
Fate set it's seal too early upon her young life,
 results of a great tragedy born of mental strife.

Death brought shadows blocking out healing light 
 no more beautiful sunrise, as all is darkest night.
Wickedly, it's daggers into that soul deeply cut,
 aches and pain sole companions in that black rut.

So very relentless are such deep heartache blues,
 often birthed on strange paths one did not choose.
Father lost in desperation of mental illness's haze
 poison taken ending his painful and confusing days.

Silently reading from the one great spiritual book
 a mourning, soulful repose daughter then took
Seeking solace as she gazed into another realm,
 seeking rescue ship, her beloved Savior at the helm! 

Robert J. Lindley, 5-14-2014

Note: Poem is about one of the greatest and most grievous
tragedies in life. Although nobody in my family from either
side ever did such a thing, I saw its devastation on my 
best friend/schoolmate back when I was only 12 years old.
His father ended his own life in that way(shot himself). 
After that his character completely changed and since that
day in 1966 sadly, two of his brothers and four of his cousins
have done the same. Such tragedy in one family is impossible
for me to truly understand.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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February 27, 2016 at 1:14 PM
Oh Robert. I know too well about this tragedy. It's terrible and I feel your pain and the pain of the survivors left behind with questions and nightmares..Blessed are to to write this. It is a masterpiece, as always. You are very talented and this tugged at my heart strings...Thank you for sharing :)-luloo
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February 25, 2016 at 9:36 PM
Such sorrows are difficult to bear or understand. Any source of solace is worthwhile. I recall when lives of 14 of my good friends were snuffed out in flash flood, and I was to have been on the trip. Anyway, sorrowful, soulful write.
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