Terribly Sorry

I haven't written poetry in over a year, bear with me.

I recall standing by your bedside, small frame, weary eyed

Looking into a glass mirror, knowing my mother had lied.

"He'll be fine, I promise, give it some time."

I just yearned for everything that was once rightfully mine.

We bickered 

and

fought.

Had our 

                      fair share

of fights. 

But there was a night you punched me, stole out all the lights.

I just wanted the man out, my uncle or not.

We couldn't afford the rent,

Despite everything we'd been taught.

Bereft of money someone should lend.

"Die of cancer," I spit.

"I hate you, miserable piece of s**t."

                                                                              Until. 

Your collapse to the floor, how graceful it was, 

My abhorrence had grown, bitter to all.

I stared down at your body, cuz'

I'd never felt so tall.

Dug my nails into your flesh, 

And a cry escaped. 

Out of you, or of me, 

I haven't the slightest idea.

Just disgusted of how cruel my actions could be.

Then you departed from this world, left a fork in my road.

From there on I listened to nothing I was told.

Continued on a path of methamphetamine and Molly. 

Mother never stopped to say "Oh, what have you done, golly." 

Drank myself to death, ashamed of my actions. 

For I could no longer carry on with life's petty distractions. 

Reviews

[soliloquy]

This is powerful and of course cold. But well written and a bit intoxicating. You had me wanting to read more.

[Sami Khalil]

The title drew me in to a great and powerful write...Well done ...:)

[lee von cleef]

Fell into a rhythm, stay with the pain don't let the rhyme take you off the target.

[JordanLane]

Not sure if this poem is from before or after the one year mark but whichever it is keep writing like this