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.

[Erinne S.]

Wow, this was so sad! Definitely a touching piece though.

[rnuff]

such a sad piece.

[The Refined Poet]

wow... such a sad poem, yet it has a therapeutic quality for all of us if we can take its message to heart. thanks for sharing your life and thoughts with us.

[Coyote Poetry]

That is my reason for writing the poem. Maybe someone can save a brother or a sister. A open door and a positive conversation can save a life. Need one good reason to be alive sometimes. Thank you for the comment.

[Sweets]

This is very sad and touching. Losing a friend or a brother isn't easy, but sometimes we should just remember that they're in a much better place so we should be happy for them. May his soul rest in peace. He was so beautiful and innocent. Maybe God loved him so much that He wanted to show him heaven so early...I'm so sorry for your loss, hope you've got the good memories now. Get rid of the bad ones because I'm sure he forgave you! May his soul rest in peace

[MOON]

Poignant write of such a deep loss. Told sensitively , heartbreak care and regret evident in your words. God Bless.

[Mia]

We each have our season for sadness and I am sorry it is yours but it is a necessary time. To reflect and to think and to miss and wish. The could have’s...would have’s and should have’s will be the death of us. I hope it is not over stepping to say, and if it is I hope you don’t hold against me. I think the forgiveness you seek is from yourself. I can’t imagine your brothers holding your moments of anger and what not against you. I can’t imagine that they would blame you. People are happy and sad sometimes, people are kind and cruel sometimes. You can’t feel bad for that. Please don’t feel bad for that. I’m sorry for the loss and sadness and guilt you feel and have felt. Thank you for sharing all of those emotions with me. Thank you for becoming who you are because of it. It would be easy not to become better and people would understand. Thank you for that. I hope that you are surrounded by love and kindness in your season of sadness and that it passes soon. I’m very glad you added a new one and hope for many many more!

[Coyote Poetry]

They died in 1987 and 1988. Their memory will stay with me always. I was too busy to be kind. Now I stop and listen to all people. Life is simple. We must be kind to each other. Never know what someone is feeling and where they are at. Thank you for the concern and the comment.

[Mia]

We must be kind to one another and because of that you don’t have to thank me.

[quinfinn]

we all have those memories which come associated with an event or time of year. losing loved ones is tough enough but, to suicide...that is almost unbearable, i have lost three family members that way and it is so painful to think of to this day. your poem is a gentle expression of your regret and the self loathing that comes with a wrongful death of a loved one. it is beautifully written from an honest and loving heart. thank you for sharing this insight into your life with us and thank you for requesting me to read this one...peace

[DrD]

This is the therapeutic writing that often produces the best poetry. You captured the sensitivity of the moment well and permitted your remourse to enter each line. I felt it with you and appreciated reading it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the comment. My brother's death made me realize what is really important.