Rivers of pain flowed from empty holes of black cane
I fear the only answer may be
Hidden under fallen leaves of past hopes and dreams
If you showed a care, my breath night have been spared.
What you refused to do, the pain has subdued
Shining so bright, bleeding tonight
Tonight's the last, let it fade fast
Gaves dug in, saved for then
"What have you done?"*
You refused to hear but now act as if it wasn't there
Blankets of white cover the place, ice like a stake
Drove deep into my soul: others saw the coal
The blood is on your hands. Here it stands
You don't have another try; you lefft me here to cry!
The skies are churning. Hate is churning.
Where will it stop? This is where it hits the too!
Say goodbye - now Imma fly
I can't recall the good times at all
When It's the same, brewing pain
Spewing hate, is this my fate?
Now here I lay, as the preacher must say
The final words. They let out the birds
Then play a few keys. Silence now sees.
The gathering must let out. The trumpet finishes with a pout.
I lay in peace; invisible has ceased.
Heat warms my stone: seasons never change the tone.
Visits slow but still some go.
The end has come but only to some.
I loved you but you didn't feel it too.
Family is close but that was like being choked by a hose
My hole, covered with blood and dirt, uncovered the hurt.
My life put underground; what was found?
Don't show remorse- that's a buried corpse.
Hate now empathy. They gave you sympathy.
I could've ran but that was ban.
Dealt with ****, my lip I bit.
Then came the fall- I'd hit the wall.
Now alone, corpse a covered clone.
Nothing to fall on, a clever con.
Am I perfect now? Or still a cow?
You still see my tears, cantt hide your fears.
You have your own; who's been shown?
There was a plead but it was left to bleed.
I'd begun to rot when you were caught.
Injuries thatt will always keep.
What was said now has lead... to dead.
You pretended; I ended.
I wasn't happy; you thought I was snappy.
Now left to stay you wish to say,
Let's go back to the beginning and have a better ending.
It's too late, overwhelmed with hate.
Where's your child? Under dirt piled.
Where's your heart? I couldn't hit it with a dart.
... it light seem lame but turn the blame.
Make it right, stop the fight!
You have the power to be a strong tower.
Send the message through for someone counts on you.
Take my props, it has to stop!
Give love a try. Nor one deserves to die.
This find, what they need is kind.
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote. So excuse any immaturity in style etc.