Murderer

About suicide

A rosewood coffin

Lowered in the ground

My morbid, stiff corpse

Closed in its door

A procession of false friends

Paid to mourn

Dead, wilting roses

Are my grave’s décor

Tombstone telling tales

Of a man that’s no more

While a single soulless preacher

Quotes dead scripture

As my mother hopes to picture

What ended her son’s life before hers?

Lifeless scripture  

Followed by consolatory words

But nothing neither said nor written

Can make the pain unhurt

Because hell is the next stop

And my mother will quietly watch

The burial of her son…

Or should I say his murderer

 

Reviews

[Lady V]

powerful words.

The burial of her sonor should I say his murderer

I usually dont quote parts of the poem in my review but this was the part that stood out to me most. It fits with the idea that We are our own worst critic and We are the reason we fail. It really made me think about what we as individuals do to ourselves. Great piece.

Live, Love and Learn

Lady V