Ignorance is Not a Bliss

I stood there,

Looking down at the dirt,

Where my friend laid,

Many feet below,

My tears did not dare move,

Knowing that I was at fault,

I could have saved him,

But I didn’t.

“Beloved Son”,

It read on his gravestone,

My toes curl at those words,

Such lies,

His mother never cared for him,

Nor did his father

As he used him as a punching bag.

I remember those dark bruises,

That took over his skin,

I remember his lame attempts,

To cover his suffering,

With his long sleeves,

I remember how he forced his smile,

Too stretched out,

Too fake.

If only I wasn’t so oblivious,

Of the signs in front me,

I should have paid more attention,

Should have done something,

To end his suffering,

I could have,

I should have,

And would have,

If I wasn’t a coward.

Here I am,

Staring at the dirt,

Thinking of the all possibilities,

That could have happened,

If I did something,

To stop his abusive father,

Confronted his ignoring mother,

Took  him out of that house.

But I was too late,

I knew it in my gut,

As I tried calling him,

But he didn’t answer,

As I walked up his stairs,

And I saw such horrid scene.

No longer was he painted black,

But red had consume his being.

I laid down purple Hyacinths,

Praying that he will forgive me,

Of my ignorance,

Forgive me for not being a friend,

That he so desperately needed,

Forgive me for I wasn’t there,

To comfort him,

Forgive me that I was a coward,

To save him from his hell.

Author's Note

I suck at poetry structure but did my best. Hope you enjoy!