In the world we live in, loss is not uncommon. We lose people every day, and have since the dawn of time. Despite this fact, we have never come to terms with losing those we love, and in some cases, we hold ourselves responsible for their death, especially in the case of suicide. This Sestina poem was written to vocalize the pain and guilt felt as the result of loss.

"No More"

I didn’t know something was wrong.

How could I guess you’d want my help?

Is it my place to know what you need?

That you were bleeding? You were lost.

You were so far, you had gone

Away, you could never be found,

And yet I’ve found

As the years have gone,

I have been so wrong

And learned to be lost,

And I find I’m in need

Of yours, or someone else’s help --

What am I? The help?

Am I not wrong?

Guess what? I’ve lost.

My belief I did found

Based on the way you had gone,

Sir, what is your need?

When Mordecia didn’t know he’d need

Esther and Xerxes’ help,

But was aid there to be found

or wanted? Were his morals written wrong?

But yes! Life was spared, faith not lost,

Hope not entirely gone.

When were you gone?

Did you ask to be found?

It was my job to know, right? Wrong!

You are beyond my help.

No one thinks I have any need;

My care has simply been lost.

When I figured out that I had lost

My chance, since time had gone,

I never knew if you had found

Out what you need.

Can I help?

I’m aptly wrong.

Just as you were lost, I’ve found

Time is gone, right is wrong,

And help is absent, when it, most, we need.