I stand here in this little room
Made small by congeries of kin
And yet I stand alone, held away by their glare of gloom
How their eyes saddens, when they see me as a sin
"I did not mean to", I pleaded
And they replied, "Why did you let him do such sham?"
"And it was in you, our trust has believed"
And here I stand, heart scattered by shame...
It was years ago
(In my time of early youth)
In the city of Fargo
When my dear brother and me saw the truth...
How our family were truly scattered
But still held, held together by bond of marriage
How our father's anger painted walls in violent splatter
Oh what price my mother had to pay...so many miscarriages
Many so a night we would cry
So a many clutches of our childish hands
Our mind seeking a world to help deny
The true actuality that dad is drunked out into la-la land
How mothers spirit dies more at every beating rounds
(How our youthful heart ache in pain for our mother)
How dads anger flares all the more at every small happy sounds
(How I see the anger form in my sweet brother)
And so our world grew, in plots and turns
Daily does our mind stew, thoughts of revenge churns
Then the fateful day came
When we set the ball rolling for our deadly game
The mastermind, for this revenge we want to find
Rests on my brothers shoulder, since he’s the one older
But blind to our naive of childhood
We never knew the destructive power of falsehood
Once all hints and tricks has been placed
My brother turns to me with love in his eyes
And he said, "All things are now at their own pace"
"All I have to do now is do the final stage, Good bye"
As he ran out into the night rain
He turned and waved with strong broad smile
I waved, heart besieged by foreboding pain
While my mind held false hope layered in denial
As night turns to day
Mother, with worry in her eyes
Turns to me questioning and I lost the words I was supposed to say
And the time continues to go eerily by
Mother wondering and so she seeks 'round
Just for motherly feeling of reassurance,
The letter my brother left, she finally found
As she reads, she weeps with scattered endurance
I know nothing of what the letter says
And I wonder why mother prances with tears on her face in layers
So, Slowly the night claims the light of day
And mother’s hand clutches in dwindling prayers
Sound of trucks pulling up our old dusty road
Father, in his dirty old over-all
Glanced to the second truck, to a man of heavy set load
And fathers took one look, and his face falls
The big man cringes his hat in his fat palms,
“…’cuse me sir and ma’am,
Me have news, and hope you remain calm,
…Your son died, near a dam.”
Mother sounded a gasp
I just stood in silent shock
While father cursed in a throaty rasp
Calling the fat man a lying cock
Father then turned to me, anger in his eyes
“Wha’ yah have to say ‘bout this, Son!?”
And he beaten and battered me, as mother starts to cry
“Where are you, my sweet brother?” I whimpered after father was done
And so, I am now nothing more
Then a forgotten son who has died with my brother dear
For doing a plot I never thought was wrong before
As my family continues toward the open grave near…
-Nick
Author notes
Written March 6th, 2002
A contest entry
- Addiction by poetryality.
900 points, ended November 14, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Embodiment of Addiction by Patched Up Ragdoll.
900 points, ended July 31, 26 entries
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WOW! THat was some powerful writing!
you know I left too the exact day of magic 18 years old
My mother wept so many tears..
and yet...for me...they were tears of relief
that ..now I would be safe!
I was fortunate I had someone who cared for me
and insisted I learn how to stand upon my own feet.
This is a powerful write!
well done! well done!
BRAVO!
ears/Seattle
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A very haunting truth is written here. I am impressed that the addiction is "alcohol" because many believe that one cannot become addicted to this DRUG! A very passionate poem poet. Thank you for this entry and I wish you well in the challenge.
Much Love & Respect 7hearts;
Renee
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Very good
Excellent but sad narrative--to be expected given the prompt. Deserving
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Very sad
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tis very moving, tho i feel rather glad when u stated it was only a poem "How dads anger flares all the more at every small happy sounds " definitely is my favourite line, my father tends to be like that (pessimistic)
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don't touch it!
ok i was in tears, thats all i can say. very very moving! -
excellent
i am glad it is just a poem but an excellent write it was. -
Thanks DonnaMarie,
Ive kinda taken alot of my friends history and put it in there along with the touch of southern accents to make it more 'compelling' as you put it. Thanks!
Nick -
excellent
it is very good, nick. the story is very compelling and your flow makes the makes the words fly off the page steadily, never missing an anticipated beat. although this is very sad, i can relate in certain ways. it is weird when you realize your life relates better to fiction than other people's reality... -
This is probly my first 'story' poem, and it seems pretty good...
Nick -
excellent
You took me along with you as if it was me standing there on that rainy night. I could fell the coldness and smell the beer. Wonderful write. -
Its only a poem. I was just experimenting with words that influence emtions.
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I hope this is just a poem.... well written .... so very sad
Connie
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