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8. LIFE AND DEATH

I wrote this piece to highlight the increasing number of suicides year on year in the over-sixty community, and as a reminder to those with elderly relatives how something as simple as a phone call or a short visit can make such a difference to those who live alone.

Bloodletting.

Me_at_lleisiau_2by SJ Alexanderson21 Nov 2013

When you’re sat all alone and unhappy
And your children have flown the nest…
When you yearn for the warmth of a person who cares
And the good times have gone off to rest…

When you go for full days without talking
And you question the value of life…
And you hope that at night time He’ll come and take you
With his scythe… or a hammer… or knife.

When you’re swathed in a cloak of depression
In an age that has long passed you by…
And the tears on your face are not laughter
But the truth of the world… so you cry…

And there’s nobody there to bear witness
To the pain that you’re feeling each day…
Yet you’ll smile at yourself in the mirror
Recalling you once had your day.

But “once” was a lifetime ago now…
And “once”, it will never return…
All the hurt that you feel is painfully real
And there is nowhere else left to turn.

For you’re on your own… don’t you know it,
And the scars on your arms tell their tale…
So you pick up the knife bidding farewell to life
And cut upwards so that you don’t fail.

For you've dwelt on the Isle of the Lonely,
Now you've taken the step… life is gone…
As you fall with a “thud” in an ocean of blood
Just where did it all go so wrong?