Eulogy

Eulogy

A Story by Gareth Gray Hitchings
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This is something that I have been working on since I was a teen. It's just a exercise in words.

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Dear Death, 
How will the world remember me? Will it be with hushed tones? Or joyous laughter? Rolled eyes, or simply somber sounds of sadness? Whichever it is, I just want you to know that I regret everything. I am not a good person. I have done some terrible things to people who didn't deserve it. Loving those who didn't love me back, is one of my constant misdeeds.
I don't want to die single. I have been made to be a loner, by a conman mind. For whatever reason, my mind has always played tricks on me. Revealing things that I wanted to see. Showing me a world where I am not alone. Only to pull the rug out from under me at the last minute, by asking me, what can I give to them but heartbreaking disappointment.
Then there are those few times when it comes time to talk to those that I can see myself loving, Only to fond myself shying away from the world. Hiding myself away. The smartest dumbo in the room, a coward without a cause. I became a beaten and broken down old f****r before I hit twenty four.
Angry at a world that I blamed for making me feel like this. Furious that during childhood, one little slip of the tongue burned into my mind. Stopping me from repeating the same mistake again. I always have so much rage let out at the world, when in fact I was only ever truly angry with myself. I feared people, their possibilities - endless and unknown. Evil beneath angels faces, or were they just angels all along. That doesn't matter now, I made my bed, I'll lie in it, and know...
Whatever the weather, all I want, is not to die alone.

And now for something a little lighter.
There once was a girl called Charlotte,
Who acted a bit like a harlot.
She loved to sing and dance,
Then she pulled down my pants.
And I covered her face with my "Yogurt". (Not a true story)
There once a girl named Lacy,
Who blamed everything on me.
We kissed and cuddled,
Until everything got muddled.
And now she can go suck c**k under a tree. (Most of it's true)
There once was a girl named Sally,
Who wanted more than I could be.
We had a great time together,
Loving each other,
And then she chose someone else over me. (Some of it's true)

© 2017 Gareth Gray Hitchings


Author's Note

Gareth Gray Hitchings
Do what you do. This was a little bit of a way to get over writer's block.

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Added on June 30, 2017
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Gareth Gray Hitchings
Gareth Gray Hitchings

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