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.

[trainwreck]

Your work is always full of emotion. It is never easy to lose a loved one, especially to suicide. The memories never really go away when you lose someone to their own hands. A beautiful work. Thank you for sharing.

[spiritwind]

Such torment in these words. I have read some of the comments below and you have succeeded in reaching the consciences and the hearts. I believe that
Michael Mwachofi has said very true words of comfort to you and to all who have lost someone to this sad choice.

[Sagar Waingankar]

bitter ones, yet real to be definite! Nice illustration of thoughts ans ideas!

[de_maruf]

awesome

[Suavis_Umbra]

I can feel raw emotion crawl out of it and then exploding in the end, amazing poem , congrats XD XD XD

[Heather]

such a painful piece yet beautiful!

[M.Babu]

Condolences Coyote...but they've grown in you. Made you up to be the man you are today. The memories are there to add to the man, not take away. Very painful reliving them, so i thank God for the human mind, which assimilates the pain, takes away from it and adapts to teach, to survive , to grow.
Great piece!

~M.Babu~

[Phantom Heart]

I think this is very sad, but very well written. I appreciate that you wrote this as it has to be hard yet soothing in a way to share. I am not one to think that anything is fair or perfect, however I do think that we always have to forgive ourselves for things that are out of our control.
I knew a kid who ended his life in high school. Not teachers, friends, family ever saw it coming. I think that until this happens to someone close you have no idea and even then its hard because you never know what people will chose to do and the hurt lingers in confusion and frustration and all the other emotions seemed to jumble up into a ball of anger.
But in the end we have to be strong and I think that sharing this is strong and a good way to release. Thank you for writing.

[Enid Blake]

This is really sad and tough to read, because of the honesty that sears through your words. It is a very beautiful, poignant poem.