Dead

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My son, my son

Son, where are you
I can't see you
I can't feel you
I can't hear you
My spirit is leaving
this old tired body
hold my hand, my son
to feel it while I
breath my last
Remember the days past
now, no longer very clear,
how you ran to me
when I came home from work
how you clung to my legs
shouting daddy daddy
I saw a birdie
or I made a castle
and then all went past
and you left us
your mother now long gone
and now I to follow soon
I miss my wife, my son
but I miss you more
for you are alive
where are you, son?
I can't hear you.
Is this silence
goodbye then?

that was really powerful, wow, I love what it leaves you with, a real potency! Thank you for the entry:)

Memories I Played

I played myself down a blind alley
Dreamed of a life in a valley
From the shadows and rubbish bins
Came a flickering light shining

I walked hesitantly forwards
Glimpsed at a sign with words
Said nobody gets out from here
And that's when I shed a tear

Memories flashed before me
And the light grew brightly 
The last picture was her face
An angel that fell from grace

Death was in her wrinkled eyes
Then I began to question why
Here and now in this darkened alley
A vision appeared in front of me

She was standing in her prime
A memory I had forgotten with time
Her soft voice spoke and she said
"My love, join me in the land of the dead"

I took her soft hand in mine
And she said, "Everything will be just fine."
She wrapped her wings right around
Together we parted from this land.

my shallow gasp
getting faint
your mellow whisper    
in crescendoes
     
tears you see
love's love
flowing conscious
your memoirs
     
grief you suffer
the span
of a falling leaf    
to earth
     
pollens travel
jubilee birth
a flower withers
a cycle served
     
mors inevitabilis est,    
et hora ejus incerta
     
vigor afterglow
the sun had past
let it go
sleep to my lullaby
     
curious stallion
galloping with grace
stumbles upon a lovely view    
her stride slackening    
     
da-dap da-dap    
the sound
slowing down
it was yester now

A Friendship That Knew No Bounds

I once had a friend who pretended he was alive

He came to me in my sleep as I dreamt one night

We sat and reminisced about the memories we had

We put to rest ill will and were finally able to laugh

About stupid things we had done and bad advice we had followed
 
We confessed emotional scars we felt had made us both so hollow

We debated about religion and if there was an afterlife

Though this was his favorite topic, he turned and said goodnight

I couldn't help but feel that I had hurt him in some way

So I decided I'd apologize and went to see him the next day

But when I got to his house his parents were both crying

His father was consoling and his mother was denying

I asked them what was wrong and if there was some way I could help
 
His mother said the psychiatrist told them not to blame themselves

His father told me they all argued, that he drove off and lost control

He hit a couple trees and his car did a barrel roll

The police said there was nothing the paramedics could have done

So there we three sat and mourned a best friend and a son  

“Death”
by:  Eric L. Boddie

the moment of your conception was the beginning of your end
that’s where you first met Death, and he promised he would see you again
because in the lives of us all, he always comes twice
one is when He gives, the other is when He takes life
because there is no way he could do it without His permission
the act of taking life is only His decision
so passionately grab your life, and love it as much as you can
strive to live as nothing else than a God-fearing man
because the fear of only God increases the power of self
because a man may be the one who brings him, but only God can send Death
because He, more than you, loves the life you possess
let Him guide you, make you strong, so your life can lose stress
for all we have is life, and, enjoy it, we should
because he always comes sooner than we thought he would
because no one is ready, and that also includes me
since Death has a face that the best eye can’t see
sure we see him as a stranger, but he is the only friend we need
because only when he comes can the soul truly be freed
and each night we pray to Him, but we ask him for the favor
that if he comes tonight, he’ll deliver us to the Savior
and that’s where we all want to be, there is no better place to think of
because with Him, we’ll feel nothing but the very essence of true love

The bleeding stops
your breath starts to slow
and the bad thing is
nobody knows.

You're all alone
nobody there
and the worst thing is
nobody cares.

you lay there pale
cant even choke out a word
that must explain
how you went unheard.

the cuts on your arm
they were made so clean
that had to be why
nobody seen

I don't deserve this
No, not this time..
I don't deserve this,
God please take my life!

Don't let this girl die
Because of me!
Because I was driving
Recklessly..

I sit in the hospital
With a few broken bones..
And there's an 8 year old girl in there
That may never go home..

I never saw those
Brightening lights!
How should I know
I was on the wrong side?!

This isn't fair..
She doesn't deserve to die..
So god I am begging you!
Please take my life!

I wonder to her room
And take a peek in..
She's hooked up to equipmet..
And I can see a forced grin..

She motions me inside
And says, "It's okay"
I start to cry
She wipes them away..

She told me she was fine
She doesn't understand the fuss..
But then the started to shake..
And my adrenaline started to rush..

I got down on my knees
As the doctors rolled her away..
I screamed and I cried..
As I began to pray..

All those drugs I did
And all those filthy lies
please forgive me lord
And trade her life for mine!

I know I haven't done
Everything just right..
But put your hands on this girl
And keep her safe tonight..

After my prayer
I went out of the room..
And sat until I slept
And fell out of loom..

I awakened to a cry
Of a mothers distress..
Holding her poor darlings
Bloody, bloody dress..

I ran to her asking
"What happened to the little girl?"..
She looked at me me and then spat..
And cried," You did this to her!"

Thats when it hit me..
Her face I will never forget..
My dear that is my
Deepest regret..

Observations of a deadman
Where am I?
Where is the light?
I can’t feel my legs
Am I in a bed?
 
That’s better, I can see
What..the fuck happened to me?
I see the interior of a casket
I had a question, afraid to ask it
 
My first reaction
Was simply confusion
And then fear
For what happened here
 
I couldn’t remember my last moments
I couldn’t even remember my last few day
Why me?
I am only sixteen
 
Then they light came
And I let it absorb my pain
I followed it to the end
And where my next journey will begin

Threnody

I'd sit with you for
an eternity or two,
and hold your hand.
I'd hear you talk,
laugh when appropriate.
I'd shed an ocean
or two because you left
and I stayed.

Because of Me

The guilt and regret won't leave my mind as I enter this church for you
All our memories keep swirling through my brain as I sit here on this wooden pew.
I can't bring myself to talk about you; when asked I say I have just one sister
For the pain I feel when I think of you burns within me like a thousand boiling blisters.
I wish I could still say I had two sisters, that I wasn't always the family's "baby"
If only I had been braver and stronger back then, maybe, just maybe,
You, baby sister, would still be here, and I never would've had to say goodbye
But instead I'm at your funeral, and I know it's my fault you're here...I'm the one who let you die.
As your small casket passes by, I can't stop the quivering sobs, or the stream of tears
And my mind forces me again and again to relive that day, like a never ending nightmare.
You were five at the time, and I had just turned eight
We'd been through many foster homes, some halfway decent, others not so great.
But this house was worse than the others; the people were crueler, the beatings more severe
I should've done something in the beginning, maybe begged our workers to take us far away from here.
Yet I did nothing, but instead tried to prepare you for the agonizing days to come
I told you to expect more empty stomachs, and beatings that would leave us numb.
For though I knew this house was worse, I thought we'd survive the same way
We'd listen to the yelling, endure the pain, and hope that tomorrow would be a better day.
Until the day came where our foster father decided to prove me oh so wrong
The day he beat you just a little too much, for just a little too long.
You had tried to take some food from the pantry, for the stomach pains were finally too much to bear
But you were caught by him, and he didn't listen to your pleading or begging, for he simply didn't care.
I thought it was just another beating, and so I stood waiting in the shadows in the hall
I didn't want to make it worse, or get beat myself, so I watched even as he threw you against the wall.
Over and over he beat you with with his fists, and with his belt
And still I waited, praying he'd stop soon, so I could attend to your bruises and your welts.
But he was not himself, but high off of one of the many drugs he had in his secret room
And as the minutes dragged by, I began to feel overwhelmed by a sense of doom.
When his hand reached for the wooden bat his son used for baseball, my heart stopped
I screamed at him, but still watched helplessly as the bat quickly dropped.
I can still hear it in my ears, the crack of the bat as it smashed against your head
I can still see it with my eyes, the sight of your blood splattering against the wall, painting it dark red.
As others saw what had happened and dragged him away, I ran to you, but no matter how hard I tried
I couldn't wake you up, and finally had to admit, that my little sister had just died.
And so here I am, weeks later, staring at your lifeless body, wishing that I could once again see those beautiful blue eyes
Unable to block out all the sorrow and pain, while wondering over and over why.
Why did I do nothing to save you, why did I give in to my fear
This regret is something I know I'll have to live with for the many upcoming years.
With tear filled eyes and a broken heart, I tell you I'm sorry, give you one last kiss, and slowly walk away
Praying that perhaps I'll be forgiven, so that I may see you again in Heaven one day.

Ultimate Sacrifice

Your name popped up on my news feed today
When I saw the three letters next to it, I couldn't quite find any words to say.
An Army soldier fighting in Afghanistan, dead at the age of twenty-one
You left behind a lot of sad people, including your wife and six month old son.
I know in our work, death can occur at anytime, and anywhere
But that doesn't mean that it's easier to deal with, or that I think it's fair.
I've dealt with death all my life, but military deaths hurt me more
For we share a unique bond, whether Air Force, Army, Navy, or Marine Corps.
The color of our camo was different, but we both swore the same oath
You were my friend and a military brother, and now I've lost you as both.
But you died honorably by giving the ultimate sacrifice in the war that you fought
You're guarding Heaven's gates now; if you can, be a pal and try to save me a spot.
You have fulfilled your duty here, so go now, and say hi to my sister and your mother
We have the watch now...may you forever Rest in Peace brother.

I blame myself.

Your death is all my fault.
Your life's been put on halt.
Lying on the ground surrounded in red.
While I'm in the other room sleeping in bed.
Razors surrounding you,knives inside you.
Me sitting there trying to revive you.
Screaming and pleading why oh why?
I blame myself for that terrible night.
Sitting in the front seeing your pale body.
Staring and staring at the lifeless body.
Seeing the wounds all around your neck.
And people why I'm such a wreck.
They all wonder what happened.
And why it happened.
Watching me crying and crying.
I don't even know why I'm trying.
If only I stayed out with you that night.
I wouldn't have to see this sight.
Why am a such a terrible person.
Couldn't even help you,when your mood worsen.
It's all my fault i swear it's true.
Soon my body will be black and blue.
I'm sorry I did this.
I'm the worst person to ever exist.


I know this isnt any good.

Nothing is what it seems...

As he walks back to the street,
He sees a little girl,
"Where is your mother?" he says,
Watching her words unfurl,
"I've been here quite some time..."
She says back to the man,
"Standing here for a while,
I don't know where I am..."
He takes pity on the idea,
Of a child all alone,
"Come with me," he says,
"I'll help you to get home..."
So on the way they went,
Walking aimlessly in the streets,
Not a soul in sight,
Not a single eye to meet,
They continue to walk on...
Unaware of where they were,
They stop to think of a plan,
In the streets they start to confer,
He reaches in his bag,
Pulling out his phone for help,
It rang twice then static,
He couldn't describe what he felt,
Throwing his bag on the ground,
He turned around, unable to translate,
Looking in shock around him,
To be standing by the cemetary gate,
She followed him inside,
Where he had ran in to see,
Sobbing the entire way,
On how this all could be,
She found him standing there,
By a grave next to a tree,
She couldn't hear what he said, but,
"Oh my god...this grave...is me!"