Flowers surround his tombstone
His epitaph is short
It reads Rest In Peace
Rest In Peace to whom?

Sniffles are heard throughout the eulogy
Dressed in all black to mourn the loss of him
Fake tears coming from all.

He was killed
Killed from the demons inside his head
He was driven to the point of insanity
Lived for 16 years, yet he felt dead his whole life.

A brother, son, and friend.
Lies.
They’re all lies.
He didn’t have anyone, nor did anyone have him.

Mistreated, Beaten, and Abused
That’s who he was.
No one knew a single thing about him.
Thrown out, never loved.

A suicide.

The world was against him
He was forgotten by everyone.
Forgotten when alive, but remembered when dead.

Rest In Peace

An empty house is what they would call it.
You came into the house, you would see nothing pleasant.
Only the mold forming from the mess.
The house was slowly filling with termites eating up the walls.
The smell of death has overcome the house.

You could hear the sound footsteps behind you as you walked up the stairs.
You could only help but wonder if you would fall to your death.
For the stairs were so high, you could miss one & you’d die.

The house was not a house anymore.
It was vacant, it had no more memories.
No voices, it was empty.
The only thing left was for it to be destroyed.

Falling, slowly, effortlessly
Like a floating feather
Without wings, watching
Space interrupt
No hands to heed the
Speed
No one came to me
With ****** chin
Lifted soul
And ran
Finding the door ajar.

The moon says the final word tonight -
Casual-recherché and light.

She, in the absence of the sun,
Leafs through the pages of the night

And shoots a side-look at the pond,
As her desire stretches far
Beyond his specular contour.

(c) LazharBouazzi