Two Brothers

I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already.

Two brothers


 After years of running toward a road.
 I could not find.


I found out why I should of been kinder.
Learn to forgive.


Be a friend instead of a b*****d.
With only his dreams as his goals.


I look at my life with so many victories.


But the gift of love wasn't one of my skills.


I wished too late to listen.
Instead of lecture.


I learn not all people want wealth and power.


Some people are happy with small dreams.
 

They need someone to lean on.


Two young boys of 18 years.
One year apart took their own lives.

They were not equips to handle the fight the world of living.


When they needed the gentleness of a soft heart.
Someone to give them hope.


No-one was there.


They decided death was sweeter then life.

 

Alone and without any notice or words.

 

They kick away a chair.

 

Told the world to f**k off.

Why can't I feel complete?
 

I try to help them.
My hard words were cold and demanding.


I don't visit their graves.
There is nothing left of them.


 I remember two strong boys running together toward a better place.

 
I hope.


I have become more gentle.
I accept mistakes.


I tell friends and family.

 
Please come to my home and everything will be alright.


Like all fools we become sorry when the story ends.



                       COYOTE
                 27 Feb 1989 
 

Author's Note

A old poem. Suicide leave broken heart wishing for better days.
Coyote

Reviews

[Valentine]

A heart wrenching poem that I know comes straight from your heart. To know any life was lost so young is tormenting to all that cared about them. Too many of our troubled youngsters choose this way out instead of seeking help for whatever is bothering them. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

I know. We have lost a few Poets on the W.C. Suicide leave a mess behind. People don't understand when kids killed themselves with a open life. Thank you for reading and the comment dear friend.

[Valentine]

Two writers that I miss are 'Rain' who passed away with cancer and also my friend Debby Edwards.
read moreTwo writers that I miss are 'Rain' who passed away with cancer and also my friend Debby Edwards.
Others have just left the site I guess not knowing they will be missed by someone here. Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

We had lost a few. Everyday should be a good day. We are alive and can do great things still.

[Kaylor Mason]

Very moving. Death--it's a merciless equalizer, and it pulls no puches in the hearts of the living

[Pax]

your poem always takes us to a journey towards your life...and it shows very well in this short poem...
"I learn not all people want wealth and power.
Some people are happy with small dreams.
They need someone to lean on."
~another viewpoint i agree... for some .. someone to lean on is just better than wealth and power..

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Suicide leaves those who remain with the question, "What could I/should I have done." The answer is expressed well in your poem; just be there! Great write, Coyote!!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Wishing for better days yes, but i feel there is a coherent pull for normality. Brothers as you say have a signed commitment to each other, wonderfully emotional and heart pulling, well done my friend! x

[moonbeam40]

thankyou coyote, for your poem two boys, it has bought to mind two emotiions, one of great sadness, yet strangely enough, the second emotion of happiness for two souls who opted out of life, their own choice, it is the worlds loss, but the spirit worlds gain, it also brings to mind, the act of forgiving oneself, which is necessary for self healing to take place, the two boys are only a thought away, say hello, i love the poem, many thanks moonbeam.

[Winslow Des Totes]

Sad, but powerful and I especially like the abstract structure, it gives this piece a strong voice. :D Wonderful job! Makes me feel very much for the author as well as the victims.

[An owl on the moon]

In your words I see a world of wanting.. needing to find a place.. Oh, the pain of the outside.. of never feeling a part.. You give us all that challenge to listen more.. love more.. not take a day for granted.. I was nearly one of these boys.. i should know better.

[Sel Whiteley]

This is an astounding poem filled with unsurpassable empathy. Thankyou for sharing.