To Who It May Concern

To who it may concern...

did you know that there's a boy on the corner of your street?

He's freezing, now frozen, and getting even colder feet.

Shoeless, hopeless, homeless, and just plain beat,

he's struggling to find a life where he could possibly meet

with any sort of happiness, joy, or a hopeful treat.

He walks down the road, a stretch of deserted concrete.

Stops by the bus station, looking a little bit offbeat.

Stands for a few seconds, about to hastily retreat

into the alley behind him, where he got the receipt

for a bag-full of drugs, trying to fill the incomplete

hole in his heart, but he cannot find a seat

on the bus line to happiness. He just takes a repeat

of the dosage his drug dealer daily prescribes.

Snorts, pops, or shoots it; he just wants the vibes.

Doesn't care how he gets it; he cannot describe

all the feelings he gets when it gets in his inside.

Truth be told, he would rather retreat and reside

in the darkness of the alley, where he mostly hides.

and spends everyday he lives. He often guides

his emotions on a bus line, directly towards

the place where every window is covered with boards.

It was there that he once was cut with cords,

and found out that drugs are his lord of lords.

To who it may concern...

She hides behind a mask of makeup,

spends every morning getting caked up.

Hates to be in the night waked up

by the noises in her head that quaked up.

Like an earthquake, they rattle her mind and bind

her in an unbreakable bond confined. 

There is no way out of her disaster plan,

no friends to help, no crucial man

to help her live, and help her thrive.

Instead they watch as in pain she dives.

She cries herself to sleep everyday,

wishing that there some crazy way

to restart her life, or just end it there.

Instead she goes and fixes her hair,

wishing she was beautiful, pretty and wanted.

Instead she looks in the mirror and sees a haunted

girl with a sad face just trying to do her best

in a world that refuses to give her a bit of rest.

All around her, the media is stressing big breasts,

saying the bigger the better, if you don't have it you're depressed.

Looking in the mirror, she just cannot hope to see

that she is one of the most beautiful girls of any degree.

Tears running down her face mixed with some mascara,

eye shadow clouding her vision in the common era.

Finger on the trigger, gun pointed at her brain,

pressed against the prettiest face, to kill would be insane.

She doesn't want to do it, but she wants to because the burn

is getting overwhelming, so to who it may concern,

what can we do to stop such a catastrophe?

What are we going to do to end it? And lastly:

What would you feel if you knew the girl, beautiful as can be,

and you knew that she took her life, never again for you to see?

Author's Note

That one person, who keeps it a secret, and who we tease everyday, jokingly, sure, but still driving them insane and pushing them to the breaking point, until they pull that trigger, make that jump, tighten that noose, slice with that knife, and ultimately end that life...who's fault is it? The person who holds the gun isn't always the person who pulls the trigger.

Reviews

[Jeannette Ford]

This poem, it had me ensnared from the beginning. I really love it. And using two situations so different, b'ut yet one in the same- astounding.

[Not here]

thank you very much jeannette :)

[Jeannette Ford]

No thanks necessary. I was just speaking the truth.

[Kshitij Gupta]

I'd never thought I had it in me to go through long poems but your poem had me glued right from the beginning till the end! Very immersive and touching. Love the way how you have portrayed two different situations through an excellent poem. Delivers a strong message in a very beautiful way.
Kudos

[Not here]

thanks :) and i dont usually write short ones honestly

[sonnie ibadah]

i'm touched beyond words,

[Not here]

thats good :) best kind of review

[Chain of Hearts]

Wow. I love this poem, it really portrays this important message in such a new, clear way.
Keep on writing my friend!
-LK

[Not here]

thank you chain of hearts :)

[Mara]

Wow this has such a powerful message, it is full of emotion and depth.
It is truly a Great write!

[Not here]

thank you :) im glad you thought so highly of it

[The Waterlily Pad]

How deep. The way that you capture the thoughts in the moments and spiral them into some sort of pattern. A flowing poem. Beautiful! Although, maybe it was too descriptive. To keep a readers attention, try to change and repeat the rhythms so readers have a more heightened tension by having to adjust to the changes. :)

[Not here]

thank you :) i really appreciate the review and certainly the suggestion

[The Waterlily Pad]

Np I find the flow very long; unlike most poetry here 😊

[Captain Rilen]

Wow, Such awesome rhyming and great flow with a powerful message. Really such a fantastic piece, I'm thoroughly impressed. Perceptive and profound. It feels like it could be a rap, not sure whether that's what you were going for but I mean that in a good way.

[Not here]

thanks :) and i like some rap so i take that as a compliment

[Stan Lee]

The vicious circle of drugs and depression...
Your words are very deep. Well done Dante.

[Not here]

thank you :) and yeah one of my very best friends got into some drugs and other things like that and they eventually destroyed him

[Sunny]

This is so powerful Dante! I can't even describe it, honestly. The only suggestion I'm going to make, is maybe next time make the Font a little bit bigger. That's all, lol It's a great write!

[Not here]

thanks :) and ill think about that, ive been wondering what size to use

[Sunny]

Lol You're welcome. I find 3 to be a good size normally. But that's just my opinion.

[Not here]

ok ill check it out next time i write a poem