Next TimeA Poem by eatmillsWas it
suicide or self-mutilation? Who
knows? What
was the infatuation? Who
cares? Can we
mourn for him? He’s
back with the dead. He was
always hurting himself Everybody
thought it was cool Or
that he was a fool. We
were wrong We
were and are the fools He was
trying to say something. Alas,
no one caught the message. Too
bad. We are
sorry for him. Why
couldn’t he say something we could understand. The
next time this happens, We
will be aware and we will care. What
has just happened cannot be changed. All
this will be forgotten in time. Of
course, we will be a little smarter It
cost the life of our friend. Why? Why
did he have to die? I’ll
try to remember… We’ll
likely forget. © 2011 eatmillsReviews
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1 Review Added on August 14, 2011 Last Updated on August 14, 2011 Authoreatmillsmississauga, ontaio, CanadaAboutWhat do you want to know? I listen to surf, punk, metal, pop, techno, actually all music. Favourite Writers - William S Burroughs, Philip K Dick, Raymond Chandler, Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe.. more..Writing
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