HOW DARE YOU
My sister found you, in blood pools that surround you, the cowards way out, how dare you. I scraped my family from the floor, in the wake of your spinelessness, i dont wanna hear my mum make that sound again, or see my poor brother drown again, in his tears. Sirens,voices, in a dream like state i staggerd the pavement, looking for a reason, would you rather die than tell the truth??, how dare you... This was more than a cry for help, pills and knife beside yourself, love letter written on the source of your addiction... As we pick up the peices AGAIN.....! How dare you.
Noetic-fret!
Sat 21st Mar 2009 12:27
This is a difficult piece to comment on. While I understand the pain this refers too, i can also understand the suicide, who feels guilt or shame, or despair, or perhaps the infinity of depression circling his/her life. I been there on one or more occasions. I dont know the full history of the experience you refer to. But if the protagonist can gain help, life can get better. Life can improve, as for those who feel the hurt, forgiveness is a brave and strong virtue not often realized. It may seem life piece - meal. But the society we now live in affects all, and some lash out, some try to opt out. Many conform and lose something of themselves. Top poem though bro, thought provoking, sincere, and with depth and pain. Nice one.
Mike