Bette Bavington Poet Villanelle

Suicide Isn'T the Answer

The voices that carried on the wind said Come
Broken soul for whatever the reason. The man 
Wasn't paying attention to where he was going
When he came upon the lamp lighted wooden
Staircase.
Climb. Come to the harvest feast. Where you will
Be our special guest.
Stop! Think! Listen to reason before you take 
That first step up on to that base
For each step you take will erase
Everything about you. Really! You jest.
The voices that carried on the wind said Come
Broken soul for whatever the reason. The man
Wasn't paying attention to where he was going
When he came upon the lamp lighted wooden
Staircase.
There's a lot more to this than meets the eye. You
Have thought this through have you? Let's see if
You leave who will remember your face?
When someone mentions your name who will
Show any interest?
Stop! Think! Listen to reason before you take 
That first step up on to that base.
If you take it you won't be in any one's data base.
Who talked to you? Did you hear anyone who was 
Putting up a protest?
The voices that carried on the wind said Come
Broken soul for whatever the reason. The man
Wasn't paying attention to where he was going
When he came upon the lamp lighted wooden
Staircase.
Soon you will be out of this place.
Why are you distressed?
Stop! Think! Listen to reason before you take
That first step up on to that base.
Why do you tarry? Isn't this what you wanted
Not to leave a trace of yourself on the human
Race?
Check your mind. You'll see you were never
Second best.
The voices that carried on the wind said Come
Broken soul for whatever the reason. The man 
Wasn't paying attention to where he was going
When he came upon the lamp lighted wooden
Staircase.
As he turned away the voices that carried said 
We are glad and so are your loved ones that you 
Thought before you took that first step up on to 
That base.

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Tara Kimble June 8, 2019 at 1:09 PM im going to cry Bette Bavington June 8, 2019 at 8:53 PM Thank you for your visit. This is a true and horrible thing that happens each day. I lost my daughter, very close family members and close friends. I hope they realize just how much they are missed. The holes never close.

Anne-Lise Andresen November 14, 2018 at 2:12 PM - A friend of mine took his life a week ago ... very sad ... but a bad solution ! - A GREAT poem, Bette :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Bette Bavington November 14, 2018 at 4:48 PM Thank you Sunshine. I am glad you liked it. I will keep your friend's family in my prayers for there are no words to describe the loss of a loved one or friend.

Heidi Sands November 13, 2018 at 6:05 PM Wow Bette! This is very powerful and such an important poem! Well written :) Bette Bavington November 13, 2018 at 6:55 PM Thank you. We have had so many young people in our circle who have committed suicide. The one thing that seems to always be in their message was they didn't know how important they were to us. I have seen what this has done to my family as well as other families when a loved one takes their life. I hope I can reach just one looking to see if their life matters to anyone because the truth is of course it does.