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IamtiredThis is a poem I wrote after my brother's suicide.
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Blood on a couch
On the Phone, tears sliding
Who is awakened from their black out
Shock and unawareness
Police, Hospital, Death
Knock-Knock, “Madam
It’s your son . . . ”
Anger, loss and sorrow
Tears sliding
“Wake up, daughter
It’s your brother . . . ”
Shock and emptiness
Tears sliding
I saw the pain in his eyes
Christmas Eve, a blur
Christmas Day, traveling
I’m home, there is my family
“He’s gone”
How did this happen, Why couldn’t I stop it
Wounds on his temple
“This is a mark of his love”
Funeral and roses
Emptiness
Loss
Pain
Cope?
It has been five years
I miss you
Tears sliding
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I am so sorry for your loss... I don't know how one gets over something like this, I just know that somehow we do. Somehow... one day at a time, sometimes one hour or one minuet at a time.
Your poem is beautiful.
Beth
I'm sure the experience was much worse, but you have eloquently worded it with this piece that I can almost see the scene--the shocked silence after that gunshot, the denial you all must have felt right after, and the grief at knowing he won't come back.
Sorry for your loss, but let the sorrow inspire you to write more amazing pieces like this. Life goes on, after all.
this truly conveys your pain, my sincerest sympathies. May God give you and yours peace.Beautiful
This poem is heart-wrenching and palpable.
*hugs*
I don't think it's anything you ever get over. I have to say it certainly makes you look at everything differently though, doesn't it?
I like the title as well as the poem, a bit of poetry in itself ... as if the time you got the news was imprinted on your mind forever.