Hey there my dear,
It's been like a "year".
And yet I am here
Trying not to shed tears.
About that mistake
you thought it was fake
But then it did take
your one life and sake.
I recall that time
That afternoon chime
I heard that a crime
was your death's grime.
Oh, could you believe
How your mama grieved–
That it has been thieved;
That your life had leaved?
And then there's your father...
No one could cry greater.
You said "See you later."
But later was never.
Your sister was weeping
with each step she's taking
each closer she's getting
your record of dying.
Your brother looks for you,
and he's asking me too
Why we're all so blue.
We can't tell him what's true.
I can't accept this,
After all you promised
After that last kiss,
I'll remember in bliss.
I can't accept that...
you're gone. It's fact
Us all (and your cat),
Hope heaven's where you're at.
I can't blame your choice,
I could not stop your voice.
You were with the boys,
But you were just their toy.
A first it was fun,
You thought you were one.
A brother; yet when done
No longer saw the sun.
You prayed you would last,
But that time had past,
Fate's vote had been cast.
Frat had you harassed.
It just was not fair,
I can feel your lost air:
That you died in a chair,
And they pulled your hair
They had you in a daze,
planned to have you a craze
You died into a haze,
Big mistake: the frat maze.
See the bruises they made,
None of them were your aid
You prayed you don't fade,
I prayed you just stayed.
But you left anyway,
and without further a say
Frat took your life away
on a cold winter day.
Battered flesh, broken bone.
Altogether, alone.
That call on the phone,
Hung a chilling sad tone.
And again, they did tell
That you badly swelled.
That nothing went well,
That into death you fell.
I'm not moving on...
you're gone...you're gone.
But your frat went on.
and on and on.
This is a purely fiction work. I didn't lose anyone in my life to hazing, no; I'm hoping not ever to. I watched a documentary about it and seeing all those relatives suffer due to the false fraternity fad, I just thought of this. I sort of put myself in their shoes.
And yeah, this is a poem much much longer than the sort I often craft. Even I'm surprised by it. The lines were short, but the poem in general was wrong. I hope it is still alright though.
