The Letter

It All Started With the Letter

I never expected that a piece of paper,

Stained with black ink,

Crumpled, almost to the point of no comprehension

I never expected that it could change my life

I saw it lying on the steps

And picked it up

The ink had run

The rain had made it soggy and wet

I threw it inside, and left

It didn’t mean much to me

For weeks it stayed there.

Tragedies struck

I never even looked to see what it said

Once while crying over the loss that I had

I noticed the note

Never before touched by me

Still crying, I picked it up

I slowly unfolded the page

And looked down to see what it said

I noticed the writing

Before I noticed anything else

I knew who wrote this

I just didn’t know why

The tears came down,

faster than before

How could I not have looked at this

How could I have made that mistake?

I studied it, trying to find more answers

To questions I still haven’t asked

It all started with the letter

A series of events

Spiraling downward,

out of context

Someone’s life out there ended because of this letter

I didn’t know what to do

So I took my life too

 

Reviews

[ATG]

This was a very interesting poem. I liked it. It was rather sad, but it was still good.