![]() Too late for forgivenessA Poem by Coyote Poetry![]() 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' © 2012 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on November 1, 2012Last Updated on November 1, 2012 Tags: suicide Author![]() Coyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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