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The Grave Yard

Hanging with my friends, and having a good time
when I get a phone call at almost 10 to 9

I reached down in my pocket only to be confused
The hospital? it must be a mistake, I answer, slightly bemused.

The voice on the other end is so very shaky and always cracking
The words come out between the sobs so loud they were attacking

"Your brothers been in an accident, he may not make the night"
"His car was found demolished and his BAC was not right"

I can't believe the words I'm hearing, there must be some mistake
For the last time that I spoke to him, he didn't even have an ache

Drinking, my brother? Oh no way that could be
For it was only two weeks ago, for that he yelled at me

He  was the golden child, never to do something wrong
Making poor decisions, that's where I belong

I quickly got off of the phone, my face was showing all
The tears were pouring down my cheeks in a steady waterfall

My friends came up beside me asking "Why so glum?"
I told them what had happened and they handed me the Rum

I slapped the bottle far away, I would not drink again
I walked out of the room and phoned his boy, Sebastian

I told him what went wrong and how he may not survive
He told me he would see me soon and got in his car to drive

Two days went by and he still wasn't awake
They said it was a week tops that he would make

Three days had passed and still I was distraught
I think every one of my friends and I had fought

I was sitting all alone, waiting in my room
when I got another call, it was almost 2

"James has just passed away, I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am"
The man kept on talking, but I didn't give a damn

Id lost my older brother, my one and only James
The very guy who was in all my picture frames

He'd always understood me, even when I wasn't sane
And whenever I felt frail, he'd always been my cane

When it came time for the funeral, mother wouldn't let me go
For there was no James in her family that she wanted to know

I snuck out of the house and jumped in my car with a leap

and I watched the men lower my brother, 6 feet deep

 

I've never understood why God took James from me,

For I needed him, as much as can be

 

I know I will see him soon, if only in my heart

Because i know deep down inside, we'll never be apart

Author notes

This is for option 3 and also it fits for option 7... my name is Brittney Trevisan "A beautiful lie" is written by 30 seconds to mars....this poem is dedicated to my brother james, everythign in it is true and he died just a few days ago... heres the link for the picture http://www.kathleenbell.com/uploaded_images/graveyard-749688.jpg

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  • Dragonbabyx3
    January 23

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    My brother died when I was 7, but I still remember everything about him... He died drinking as well, only at the time I wasnt told that, A few years later my Aunt told me, and then my mother confirmed it. He was 22. It is a horrible feeling to lose somone, and the pain doesnt get much easier, But I still feel him around me sometimes... A beautiful write, and I hope the pain and heartache ends soon. If you ever need to talk, You can message me.


  • Erozay
    May 6, 2008
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    that is the most depressing thing ever


  • apoeticinjustice gold member
    May 2, 2008

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    I lost my brother when I was 8, I still feel the loss and the hole in my life that was left. I'm 42. A very touching and enjoyable read.
    Rory


  • Simply Simple
    April 27, 2008
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    Well first off, I'm so sorry. I know it's got to be hard in a time like this. I love your outlook on remembering him in your heart. That is how it should be. Excellent poem. And I wish you the best of luck, not only in the contest, but in this time that's so hard.