In suicide, there is no freedom <br />More questions left than there are answers <br />Deep regrets they soon will come <br />With grief, and tears, and doubting prayers. <br /> <br />There is an endless asking of 'Why? ' <br />And a gnawing ache for a last embrace <br />Facing a reality - it's not time to die <br />But a silenced voice, gone without a trace. <br /> <br />The pain Suicide leaves is never gone <br />There is never relief, nor comfort, nor ease <br />Just the emptiness of a lost loved one <br />And then the chasing of that elusive Peace<br /><br />Cynthia BuhainBaello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-suicide-there-is-no-freedom/
