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.

[Kat]

Ouch, this one made me cry. A story far too close to home for me I think. Again, you share your pain in a most evocative way. The reader is taken in and lives your emotions through your writing. Well done even if painful.

[Awdures]

So very real. You always realise what you've lost when it's too late unfortunately. A very personal take on an intruiging story. Thank you ever so much for sharing x

[Anxelin]

this was so sad and it felt so real to me, it hit like a brick cause it's how I feel things were and worry will forever scar things with one of my sisters, we're working through things but I don't know if we'll ever be the way we were but if I never had the chance then I'd never forgive myself or feel right again...it's tragic how experience is the only thing that can wake us up sometimes and that sometimes it is too late...

[JENY]

A very good poem….
Depicting bitter realities of life….
Loved it so much..
Excellent theme…

[Haifa]

This is really sad poem,.. I don't know what to say more :/.. I only can say you did a great job :)

[Bud]

This is the sadness of hindsight being 20/20... the vision's timing is always off. An honest and heartfelt write.

[beautiful disaster]

Excellent, it makes me very sad and makes me think about those friends of mine that have taken their own lives.

[SimplyDisastrous]

So sad. It almost makes me want to cry. Very nice. Excellent poem!

[Scarlet Pulse]

This was incredible. We all learn lessons through life, and the lesson spoken about here, is probably one of the most important. The subject here is a touchy one, and emotional, but it is an unfortunate part of life. From your poem we see the person you are, and I hope readers will take the message and apply it to their lives. I try everyday to be this kind of person, and will continue to. Thank you!

[Nansi London]

So sad. This poem left me with the wind blown out of my sail. I felt what you felt with just writing this and it was rough. I appreciate this poem however and each line was thought invoking and made one want to put them self in the same shoe and evaluate themselves and the way they treat others. a line that stood out amongst the others, and probably for a good reason:
"I wished too late to listen.
Instead of lecture."

Sometimes we are either guilty of this or victims of it...either way, its an emotional experience that life has on the agenda.
Wonderfully penned
-London