Too late for forgiveness

A new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life. Please call me. Maybe I can help.

           




 Too late for forgiveness.


Second brother put into the cold earth.
Death by their own hands.
Left many to swim in bad decisions and not enough kind words.

The things I believed in.
Became useless and not fruitful anymore.
Words said without thoughts or kindness.
Left my soul in blackness.
I wished too late to take back words that degrade a life of a brother.

I learn the important things we must believe are  simple and plain.
I learn we must rise and fall. Cry and laugh. Beg and demand.

I chisel my brother names into a old Oak tree.
I asked the Spirit of life and death to forgive me for being a b*****d instead of a friend.
Silence and loneliness left me be to the solitude of pen and paper.

I learn we are all mortals.
Too blind to see beyond our own glory.
Till names of the dead are carved in your chest.

Today I remember two strong boys who showed no fear.
The hidden demons no-one saw.
Took them to a rope and no goodbye.

Their death made me more gentle in action and in words.
The dream of wealth became less needed.

Now I offer a open door to friends and family.
I will listen to someone who is struggling and try to help.
I don't believe you can be forgiven.

Lonely graves of two scared boys are permanent scars on a mind and heart.
No-one cared that they saw death more sweet then life.

I wished I'd listen to a wise grandfather.
"Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Negative words and actions can
caused permanent damage."

Better to be a friend then be standing by a casket saying a final goodbye.

                               Coyote'


 

Author's Note

A sad poem. Certain time of the year. Old memories appear.

Reviews

[Space Cazz]

When I read your stuff a lot of it hits home, Coyote. That last part does so more than anything else. A lost two good friends I served with because their cries for help were being ignored. I could have helped them but I didn't and now their gone. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to listen. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

[T.W. Early]

This was very moving and with a very true message about kindness (or lack of it). Great Job!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I learn too late. Better to hold silence then use negative words.

[Me]

I think this was a fantastic poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Michael. Real life give us sad stories to write.

[Mzsolitude]

awesome poem. Just the simplest words said the most to me. I can relate to the fullest. Great job.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ladytrice for reading and the comment.

[Buniheart]

Wow, Coyote. This is really impressive. You've always been the kind of writer that whenever i read something of your creation, i gain something - something that becomes a part of me. And reading this, brings back memories of people that hurt me and ive hurt, and though they are now a part of the dust their memories still live on in me. It's truly amazing the painful facts of life one begins to understand and wish they could have known - atleast before they lost a dear one. Im truly grateful for writers AND people like you because of the wisdom you share to people, especially the younger generations.

[Lacy Dawn]

Forgiveness.. I liked it :)!

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

So sad and moving story.

[XxTheFallenAngelxX]

" Watch your mouth", the old saying goes. How true is that? In a moment of rashness, we say or do things which really hurt. It cuts deep, and it leaves a mark. When we regret it, it is far too late. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem.

[Jon Settle]

A sad poem indeed, but sometimes we find strength and renewal in sadness. We find ourselves stronger than we once were. Thanks for sharing!

[Neisha Ann]

Very sad and true. "Better to be a friend then be standing by a casket saying a final goodbye." That is definitely something for people to consider before making the mistake of mentally, physically, and verbally bullying someone.