He Might Just Oblige

I sit in a chair
The detective in sight.
Not a word has been muttered
Not a sound in the night.

"Do you know what had happened
On that fateful day?
You're our only witness."
The detective would say

I just sat there quietly.
Not a word I would make.
Only the action
Of crying took place.

As I sift through the memories.
The good and the bad.
I come across one
Reminder thats sad.

Sad to the point of razors on wrists.
Sad to the point
That it came to this.

Bleeding and burned
With memories dear.
My vision goes fuzzy
My mind becomes clear.

How if I had not
Wished them to be gone.
They might still be here.
And life would move on.

How I had made it
Through the door
Leaving my family
Dead on the floor.

How I had screamed
With all of my might
Even through all
Of my fear on that night.

How the cops came
And I sat there and watched.
As they looked for evidence
So the killer was caught.

Back in reality
I shake my head "No.
They were there making pizza
and then Mom dropped the dough.

Dad left for a broom
And never came back.
When I went to find him,
The world became black.

I never saw who it was.
Or know who might do it.
All I know is,
Every day I live through it.

How when I woke up
Mom was gone too.
Beaten until
She was black and blue.

My sister was gone.
But not dead in the least.
I searched the whole house.
They took her. That beast."

At the thought of my sister
I started to weep.
That monster had taken her.
As a trophy to keep.

"I want this person found
And I want this to end.
I just want my sister
So our hearts can mend.

Losing a parent
Is not a fun thing.
It's terrible really.
What selfishness brings.

God's funny that way.
With his weird sense of humor.
I can't help but think
If I had known sooner

What would happen
When those words were said.
'I can't stand my parents.
I wish they were dead.'

This wouldn't  have happened.
Not in the least.
He wouldn't have killed them.
That monster. That beast."

As the thoughts from that day
Came out of my mouth.
Only one thought
Was left in my mind.
"What's to come of my sister
If her life's on the line?"

The detective just sighed
And stood up to leave.
"You sister should be fine.
If you help us catch leads."

And that was that.
My story was told.
And it all started
With a comment so bold.

So when you start thinking
Your parents don't care.
Just remember my story
And that they've been there.

They've been in your shoes
And they know how it feels
To think that your parents
Don't listen to you and your squeals.

Just don't give that up
Because you're annoyed.
This isn't a subject
For you to avoid.

So when you read this
No matter the time
Tell your parents you love them
And to keep that in mind.

No matter how many times
"I hate you" is said
Just promise me that
You won't wish them dead.

Because knowing God's humor
He might just oblige.