It was simply too cold, and he was feeling so old.
His spine ached and he cried as his words came, less bold.
On a warm July morning he took it himself,
He took it himself,
He just wasn't the same.
It approached him for years, all his agonized fears.
He had played with the notion, shed light to his peers.
I woke suddenly, screaming around me,
Screaming around me,
It just isn't the same.
It hit her in waves, his descent to the grave,
Though no stone has been placed and his ashes, she's saved.
She still talks like he's sitting beside her,
Sitting beside her.
She just isn't the same
His bitterness came from a place plagued by stress,
He had failed in a world where he'd given his best.
He had blamed himself strongly for all that went wrong,
And now 50 years later, she just cannot belong.
A life built from little, a legacy spread,
I've no clue what affliction broke loose in your head.
Now she pleads with her God, she asks daily to die,
She asks daily what time, and what could she have done, and why...
Yes, the water was freezing, his soul past releasing,
His body decaying, his hair long receding.
His relatives dying, like birds they flew South,
Like flies they dropped down,
Life just wasn't the same!
It took years for the silence to break, such sad silence,
Like screams gone unheard, dread like red upon hydrants.
She didn't deserve this, her family destroyed,
Her family destroyed.
And she'll always believe it's her fault.
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The Wall Which Cannot Break
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I submitted to Button Poetry's 2018 Chapbook Contest. It focuses on gender inequality, the oppression of females, and the struggle for women to break the wall built between them and men to keep them below.
