Francine Roberts Poet Couplet

Memories Beyond the Door

I keep the memories locked away,
never to see the light of day.
Grief is just beyond that door
where I lie upon the floor
begging you "please don't die".
Asking God " why, why, why ?"
I closed the door on that day
to keep those memories at bay.
My heart, it could stand no more 
of what I'd locked behind that door.
Guilt and grief, sadness, pain.
Knowing I'd never see you again.
Suicide is such an ugly word.
Much too ugly to be heard,
so I keep the memories locked away
to never see the light of day.

            04/05/2013
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for Constance's "Memories Beyond the Door"
contest
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Steve Harris August 10, 2014 at 10:58 PM If they could only see themselves as others do and realize the devastation it brings to those around them. Guilt comes way to easy to the survivors. We lost a fellow on our hockey team to suicide two years ago and everyone was stricken with both "Why" and the guilt of not seeing it coming. Especially the fellows who had last seen him alive. Well written - thank you!

Caleah Buil May 10, 2013 at 10:47 AM Captivated me with every word! Made my eyes water!!! Congratulations on your win.

Joseph May May 10, 2013 at 5:37 AM great write Francine...congrats on your win....

Adam Adhistian May 10, 2013 at 5:19 AM Amazing how emotionally absorbing and complex your poem can be when it looks rather simple on the surface. Wonderful piece Francine! And thanks for taking your time to read mine and for the encouraging comment.

Yanny Widjanarko May 10, 2013 at 4:00 AM Congrats on your fascinating win too, tough it is sad but I enjoyed to read it in my afternoon :) wishing you a wonderful day :) hug Yanny

Tahera Mannan May 10, 2013 at 1:34 AM So sad and so deep. Many congrats dear Francine.

Red Omara May 10, 2013 at 12:34 AM A bold choice of subject, Francine. But a wonderful poem. Congratulations on your win.-Red

Therese Bacha May 9, 2013 at 6:54 PM A really great poem Francine, sad, but sometimes this is the reality. Terry xo

Joyce Johnson May 9, 2013 at 2:38 PM A great poem Francine and win. Love, Joyce

Carrie Richards May 9, 2013 at 8:57 AM "my heart, it could stand no more'......tells it all. What a honest and revealing poem that speaks for many of us. Congratulations on this sad but wonderful poem.

Karen Anglesey May 5, 2013 at 10:22 AM Francine, the grief in this is deeply felt and something that would be difficult to lock away. Love the last two lines

Annie Lander May 5, 2013 at 9:07 AM heartfelt

Robert Pettit May 5, 2013 at 8:42 AM I personally could not go through with a suicide. You described everything so well here as usual.

Sara Kendrick May 5, 2013 at 6:14 AM Suicide is something that hurts the ones left behind for a lifetime..I hope just a work and not an actual happening in your life..Enjoyed reading this morn..I hope that this Sunday is a great one for you..Sara Francine Roberts May 5, 2013 at 8:41 AM I wish it weren't true Sara, and yes its haunted me for a lifetime