Poetry
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Suffering Without Hope
One day I will wake
To find you hanging
Above a letter
I won’t need to read it
I already know why
You tell me daily
Different words
Same truth
Suffering without hope
I find myself
Silently mourning
A death
That’s yet to happen
Unable to stop
The inevitability
Of your choice
Despite knowing
You are making it
I should do more
But there’s nothing more I can do
Other than wait
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
An Apology To The Future
As elders
We suffer
The pain
Of our pasts
Niggles become nuisance
Ignorance becomes issue
Beauty becomes blemishes
Choices
Made long ago
Become the chains of our present
Back then
I was free
To take any path
Oblivious of consequence
Now
Having walked those paths
Those consequences
Force me to keep walking
An adult
Bound
By the decisions
Of a child
I am
Who I am
Only because
I was
Who I was
Will future me
Resent these words?
Or will I look back
As I do now
With compassion
Knowing I did my best
With what I had?
All I can offer is
An apology
To the future
I am sorry
For the pain
My choices
Will bring you