Fundamentally Loathsome

Just a poem

Yellow tape. 

Await your fate. 

Your life was all but a mistake. 

Red and blue. 

If only you knew. 

Don’t cry. You know why. 

Goodbyes and black ties. 

Dry eyes and gray skies. 

Verses and hearses. 

A decaying soul. Forgotten by this world. 

Shovels and dirt. 

Six feet under. Deep in your slumber. 

No one there to remember. 

At least you won’t suffer. 

You call for your mother. 

No one there to lead you in the summer. 

You lied. Then you died. Only to be denied. 

Lonesome and loathsome. 

Damned. It was all a sham. 

Engulfed in flame. 

Swallowed by your shame. 

You lost the game.    

 

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You select topics that hit very deep, especially within those who have witnessed family and friends fall victim to this kind of fundamental loathsomeness... but it needs to be out there and discussed so that we are constantly reminded that most often a kind hand can be the difference between life and death... thanks you for sharing your poetry...

[AlphaPoeticChild]

contemplating death a lonely soul in thought....