cold blue

As onlookers, the survivors

Stare upon that grotesque and retched scene

Viewing all the cold, blue children

And the trees from which they swing.

 

The pain was too much

Perhaps the love not enough

For one reason or another, those poor kids gave up.

 

Perhaps there childhood innocence was fleeting

Maybe it was the exposure to the violence, rapes, and beatings

Maybe there hope simply left one day

But for one reason or another, those poor kids won’t live to see another day.

 

How can I bury my daughter, one asks, it isn’t the way it should be.

Fathers don’t bury their children

My children should bury me.

 

All the lonely children living yesterday tied a noose around their necks and on earth no longer stay.

All the lonely children living yesterday felt far too much hate, fear and pain so they threw their lives away.

 

The tears will evaporate

And the scares will fade away

The memories however, will forever stay

It shall never be forgot

What the children’s actions stood to say

On that bitter cold summer day

Reviews

[Kimmy]

Wow is what I can say. Myself as a suicide survivor can relate to your words. I also have a child who is socially inadequate and I feel for him and with your words has made me think differently. What an emotional poem yet so helpful for those who need to see things in a different light. Keep up the great work.....Hope to see more of your work soon.