You Caused That

This is my feelings about a murder on the news that I am still not ready to talk about and I can't choose the right words for. The biggest pains are silent and they need to be talking about the most.

I used to sleep in pitch darkness
Now I only sleep when the sun rises
You caused that

We are talking with the girls how we gonna defend ourselves
And mom is warning me for not to have a boyfriend
We were the same age
Now we are the only ones who will grow with that pain of the women we never met

I try not to look at the news and think what he did
What he made you believe with his sickness indeed
News shows he is dead
He is death
He caused that

I see him in every guy I met
We haven't talked anything but that.
Still not enough cause people forget
Her mom won't forget.
I won't forget.
You caused that

Author's Note

This is my feelings about a murder on the news that I am still not ready to talk about and I can't choose the right words for. The biggest pains are silent and they need to be talked about the most.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I cannot blame you for feeling the way you do....murder is atrocious, cruel, barbaric, and many times it pains us personally and we cannot let go of that pain....anger is part of pain .....and worst of all we keep that pain inside of us....silence...and you feel the need to talk about it as you should... I like your honesty and your chosen words in this piece...very nice!
Warmly, B

[Beren]

I still can't look at this news. I still can't sleep every time I think about it. It's horrible! I don't know why God allows this. thank you so much miss. i really like your comments. take care . happy new year!

[Betty Hermelee]

I don’t look at news either! I only watch certain shows that are more intellectual…always a pleasure; please check out my work!😊
Warmly
B.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I understand the origins of this feeling. I was sweet on this girl at my High School in my freshman year...we were just virginal kids and kissing was the biggest sexual thrill we knew. I was also sweet on her best friend. They wrote me notes asking me to choose between them. So I ended up choosing her friend. That summer the girl I did not choose was murdered, raped and butchered by escaped convicts from a local prison camp. It still haunts me almost fifty years later. Her best friend became an alcoholic and ruined her own life. So I'm very empathetic to the feelings expressed here and I'm so sorry you have to go through this pain. Blessings of peace and love. F.

[Beren]

I am so sorry. I have no words for that. I try to keep saying "world is a mostly good place" it is, it really is. It's just sometimes harder other days to believe it. And when there is nothing you can do about these stuff, you try to hold on to believe goodness in people, in life. Grief is the price we pay for care and love. I can't imagine what you are going through. Hope you are doing better right now, and all the people who witnessed that.

Thank you.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Yes, humankind has the innate potential for great acts of goodness and horrific evil. I don't think people who commit such atrocities are truly "human". At least I try to tell myself that so I might be able to endure my own humanity. Bless, F.

[Beren]

They are not human. We don't believe that, WE KNOW THAT! And we will keep fighting and speaking for the real human rights.
Bless

[Soren]

A tragedy in the past that won't leave and that those around you won't let leave as well. Talking to a neutral party might help. This poem is haunting and dark with a feeling of being unfinished. Powerful words.

[Beren]

We will try to speak more darker and more powerful. Now I am grieving with all my heart.
Thank you so much for your time.

[Marie]

The influence that a human being can have on another human being, for better or worse is very well inked in this poem. It is so true that we can be an instrument in things that happen to somebody else. If we are not an instrument for good we should never be an instrument for evil or cause upset, sadness, pain for others to endure at our hands. People never forget, that is a fact of life and this poem gives all of the reasons what the don't. An in-depth write! Thank you for sharing...

[Beren]

We shouldn't forget, we should speak as loud as we can. And if we don't have anything to say we should scream.
Thank you Marie for your time. I really appreciate it

[Marie]

Most welcome always...