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.

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is indeed a sad poem, a poem with permanence and truth. As one who lives on both sides of the suicidal fountain, I can empathize with this poem. I have fought to die and of late, fought to live. There is nothing sadder than being a bystander who has a life of regret to relive in memories.

[Jo March]

so painfully poignant... beautiful poem

[william keepers]

The souls of your brothers are alive within you Coyote and through your transformation you honour them. Their transcendance has given you new life...

Your poem has moved me, thank you!

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I give you my condolences, Coyote. This poem is very sad indeed, and the tone is very raw. You have hit this emotion right on the head, and I give you the up most respect for sharing this with us.
-Cord

[Ed Hart]

the things we pick up in life that there's no place to put down

[anxia]

Some times we say a 'little' thing and think it wont hurt much but then in a while all those little things pile up in to the grave of the heart that we must have dug a 'little by little'. Lovely message sir.

[Pax]

a well expressed emotional scar of the pages of your memories... a very sad poem from you my friend...
Great!!!

[Eric Cox]

So sad. Suicide is a tragedy. This poetic tale is well penned, strong images drawing the reader in.

[Renée]

Coyote..First Thank you...for your reaching out ..to give others a place to go when they think they are alone !
You are so gifted in expressing your feelings & thoughts and we are so fortunate to be here to read them...taking them in & having the opportunity to learn from your wisdom..or just to know ...we are not alone in this world...
Death..a subject I am not at all uncomfortable with..it is a part of life, I relate to this write in many ways & it touches me deeply...Thank you for opening up your pain & sharing !

[mandy]

ah, coyote...very emotional poem. you described all the feelings so well, regret, guilt, sorrow, but you also learned some valuable knowledge from this,,it has made you a better person. ...Now i offer an open door to friends and family! yes....so good has come out of the tragedy......hugs, friend...