My cousin hung himself last week,
swear down, I’m talking true.
Of course, there was a girl involved,
and daughter,
makin’ two.
Nobody had expected this,
though lately he’d been down.
Told Sis’ his wife was leavin’ him,
with daughter
flitting town.
His dad took death far worse than most,
sat still while mother screamed.
At ‘do’ after they’d buried Tom,
looked dazed like one who dreamed.
That wife of Tom’s, the 'evil cow,'
had dared to show her face.
Some phony tears,
but no remorse.
No, not a bloody trace!
My cousin, he’s found peace at last,
with Gran and Aunty Sue.
Tom’s dad, my uncle,
sneered at this,
said, he knows that ain't true.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2022 04:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Based on a true story, and dedicated to my cousin, whose name is not Tom. RIP.
- Category: Family
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Comments2
so sad, so much suffering
and waste of life's potential..
I'm sorry for your loss, dear Poet
try and keep that bitterness
from poisoning your life..
stay strong and where possible
help others survive/prevail
Sorry for your loss Kevin. Keep writing, its helped me in grieving more than once.
Thanks AP. It's always tragic when young men, especially, resort to this. So sad he couldn't say something to someone 😞. Like you say, it does help to pour out the pain in a poem. Thanks for taking the time. 😉
You're more than welcome Kevin. Like I said, I've been there more than once. I've found that some of my best writing has come from letting the pain flow out through poetry. You write some really incredible poetry anyway Kevin, so keep up the great work. 👍
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