Questions For the Dead.

poem by: D'Vina Dietrich
Written on Apr 04, 2022

What was it for you?
You did what I promised
Something I swore to years ago
You did it.
Why?
How much pain did it take
For you to leave 
Leave everyone behind
Poof, gone. 
I know the cause of death 
But you let it happened
Let yourself wither away.
When did you give up?
When was enough enough?
I'm just curious.
You left behind some babies 
With nothing 
And not knowing what to do. 
And they're a bit messed up 
From the life you gave them
Then just dying.
All these unanswered questions
A 17 year old wouldn't know to ask.
Yeah you were a bit fucked up
I get it, I am too. 
Scares me sometimes 
Because sometimes I remind myself of
You. 
Just wanna know what was it?
Because I catch myself doing the same shit.
It's all self harm.
Slow deaths. 
Sad fucking days. 
No "True Mother" here. 
Thanks for the trauma. 
Great for character development. 
Working on Healing and wanting to know why. 
That's all.
Talking to the dead. 







 

Tags: Anger, Confused, Fear,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Apr 05, 2022 at 11:46am
You're right unanswered questions from a deceased parent does leave you angry....I feel your sadness in this poem.....but writing it down and putting it "out there"....somehow helps....good poem D'Vina...and good luck...
D'Vina Dietrich commented on Apr 05, 2022 at 12:12pm
Yes frank writing helps. Alot of things we will never know

 

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