If The Dead Could Speak | Not Me

If The Dead Could Speak

If the dead could speak,
Would they approve of our plans?
Would they want us to seek justice
at the cost of our own hands?
"Be strong; speak out against the wrong,"
That's what I've always been taught.
But the reality is that life isn't as black and white,
and that injustice can be bought.

If the dead could speak,
Would they want us to make those responsible pay?
When you're consumed with revenge and hatred,
You may not see any other way.
But would they want us to go down this destructive path for the rest of our lives?
How would they feel watching us go through all of this strife?

If the dead could speak,
They'd probably want us to move forward and not dwell on the past.
But the anger from the loss continues to fester as time passes by,
And the verdict of revenge has already been cast.

If the dead could speak,
Would they be disappointed with our decision?
Understand why we can't just let it go?
But we've come too far to turn back now,
It has already been decided,
And there's no time for a revision.

If the dead could speak,
Would they try to stop us from becoming someone unrecognizable?
Would they try to put a stop to our plans?
But the pain we suffer becomes unbearable.
We must press forward despite knowing that the consequences of our actions will be sizable.

Ever since that fateful day,
I've never once hesitated or deviated from my plan.
I've never cared that no one understands.
But now there's someone in my life that's making me start to doubt.
And thoughts on whether this is what you would have wanted start to clout.

It's hard to keep on living when you are no longer here.
I'm consumed with hatred and resentment, but also fear.
Fear of disappointing you by not bringing to justice those who took you away.
I've been obsessed with this mission for so long,
that it's hard for me to sway.

But I swear that I'll make you proud of me,
Just wait and see.
'Cause I'm not in this fight alone anymore,
And with his help,
I may finally be free.
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Author's Note: To everyone that has finished reading my poem, thank you soooo much! 🤧 I hope that you enjoyed it and that it resonated with you in some way. After watching episode 6 of Not Me, it triggered some darker emotions within me, as I can relate to Sean's traumatic loss of a loved one on a personal level. Writing is my way of releasing those negative feelings, so they don't stay inside and fester.

Revenge and hatred can change who we are, but only if we allow it to. It chains us to that person and only ends up hurting ourselves. We should try to break those chains and release the hold they have on us through forgiveness. Not for them, but for ourselves, to move forward.

Please vote and leave your thoughts if you liked my poem. I welcome any and all feedback always! Much love! - DD ♥️