A Poignant Suicidal Fanatic.

A Funeral was held
In the Simon’s Funeral home
Just off Lacy hwy
Down the ole’ dirt road

A Boy of only eighteen
Living his life in cold
Writing on the wall was of
The life he had, behold

No one seemed to see him
Not a soul had seemed to care
They all seemed to be traumatized
When they found his straight blank stare

Gazing at the sky, he was
With a letter in his hand
A stick was found, not far from him
With writing in the sand

Slowly he had written
Each moment for his life
From his dreams, to his wins
Accomplishments and a wife

A graduation he wanted
A career that he had sought
A marriage full of faith, stood for
A ring he never bought

All this boy had wanted
Was a little courage from strife
To get him through the painful ways
And blades of his atrocious life

Had only someone listened,
To his desires and all his wants
He wouldn’t have written in fanatical words
What the rest of his world forgot

“Had only Mom seen my bloody tears
Had my father just come back
Had my friends not torn away my soul
With the good words they never had
Had I only had courage, in my world
If only I knew the words to say
That the devil took my soul, behold
I killed myself each day”

“For today was only sacrifice
So the rest of you could see
Not expressing your love
On a constant basis
Can drink one’s soul,empty.”

We laid him beneath the willow that day
And prayed for the one who died
Soon thunder broke cries and rain filled his grave,
On the way to heaven,
He cried...

© Hina Ali H