I Could HaveA Poem by Armistead Lindseythis poem covers the life of myself and the projection of other people and their lives into the world that I see.
I could have done better,
I could have done better, Better than I had, I could have tried harder, But I didn't. I could have held you in my arms, Wiped away your tears, Eased your sobs. But I didn't. I could have walked with you, I could have talked with you, Baby, we could have taken the world, Together, But I didn't. I could have swallowed my fears, Dried my tears, Held my own heart. Maybe then, just then, You'd have been here. But I didn't. I could have shown you to the world, Wide eyed and button nosed, With tiny hands and toes, I could have saved you. I could have done better, I could have been twice the person, I used to be, Thrice the person I was. But I wasn't. I could have done better, At least done my duty, Not pushing drugs, Into my system and yours, Or abusing and using my guilt, to excuse myself from my responsibilities. I could have done better. I could HAVE done better. I should have done better, Protected you from the world, Instead, the world, It protected you, from me. I should have done better, At least then, Even if I lost you again, My guilt would not be fair. Right now I'm understanding my share. But. I should have done better, I should have at least cared! Cared enough to realise, That was I was doing, Was beyond repair. I should have cried, Not for him, for you. I never really lost two that day, Just you! I should have known. I should have known. I should have known, That guilt hurts more, Grief hurts, But guilt means it's my fault. Guilt means I know. I should have done more. I could have done better. We could have been happy, Your daddy could have smiled down, Pride eyed, Tight lipped, And know it was okay. But I should have done better, His eyes bare down on me with hate, Despise has become my middle name, But at least that's better Than this pain. Because I know, Deep down, I could have done better. © 2015 Armistead Lindsey |
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Added on August 7, 2015 Last Updated on August 7, 2015 AuthorArmistead LindseyUnited KingdomAboutI write for personal expression and share with people who, in many ways, I hope never to meet in person. This is not because people are horrible, but because my writing holds something too personal fo.. more..Writing
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