Coming Home Late

Noah Malice

Don't worry baby
I'll be coming home late
I'm just running errands
So, I'll see you at 8

 

Then they need me at work
We've been falling behind
Ayesha would be by herself
Left to hang on the line

 

Oh tell me did you hear about
the nine-year-old girl?
She was out running errands
And lost her whole world

 

They found her lifeless body
Just a block from her home
Now they've locked her daddy up
To see what he knows

 

But don't worry baby
I'll be coming home soon
There's only a few things
I've got left to do

 

We've been so caught up here
With the usual shit
Ashley is how Ashley is
So I'm dealing with it

 

Oh tell me did you hear though
That the teachers in Texas
Will lay down their own lives
Before those meant to protect us?

 

For members of a community
They're just sorry excuses
To turn a school to a combat zone
Tell me what that produces

 

More madness and abuses
All this chaos just introduces
Another two thousand necks
Slipping into nooses

 

Every damn day more contributions
All this chaos to no conclusion
Another poor ass in the chair
Suffers electrocution

 

Tell me baby what does it mean
When an innocent life gets caught between
A madman with a rifle
And her everyday scene?

 

I grieve for my sister
and I grieve for my brother
I've grieved for so many
I can't grieve for another

 

But don't worry baby
I'm on my way out
But I admit I may forget
What it's all about

 

No, don't worry baby
The world is a mess
I confess it may be too late
But I'm on my way

  • Author: Noah Malice (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2022 16:01
  • Category: Letter
  • Views: 28
  • Users favorite of this poem: arqios, L. B. Mek
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  • arqios

    That is so sadly beautiful. It immortalises and encapsulates many emotions and wandering thoughts. A worthy tribute.

    • Noah Malice

      Thank you bard. Just added a few more stanzas in the meantime.

      • arqios

        Coming right over for another read, then!

        • Noah Malice

          Hope it isn't too cliche but the words just reverberate in my head

          • arqios

            We can but allow our Muse to lead this 'dance,' else the 'music' stops.

            • Noah Malice

              haha coming soon

            • JudyStella

              This is soo beautiful and heart wrenching at the same time🥺!! Innocent lives are taken up for no reason. It is intensely sad what the world has gone to😔 I love the conversational style adapted in this poem!❤️ It gives an original ring to it!
              I've grieved for so many
              I can't grieve for another
              This part is so true! With all the crimes taking place, there are no tears left to grieve for all the poor souls that were cruelly taken away. Another amazing poem Noah!! I Love it!😊

            • L. B. Mek

              (the despair, reads so authentic
              in your poetic prose, dear poet
              forgive me
              I couldn't refrain, from offering
              a little poetic reply of my own..
              I meant no disrespect in doing so)
              that cruel ill-fate, as happenstance
              breaking your back, doing overtime
              earning for a child
              that's gasping for life, hoping
              you were by their side...
              and you, stopping by the grocery
              store
              to buy their favourite, dessert treat
              imagining
              their delighted face, at your reveal
              while
              callous life, awaits
              to bring you to your knees, with its
              reveal...
              (so much indifference, cruelty
              imbued in the word: Destiny)
              so what's our choice? to give up
              add to the manically nihilistic
              hopelessness that's so abundant
              or
              to kiss and hug our loved ones
              every time we part
              to offer
              our consideration and kindness
              like its air;
              and cherish every gifted, snippet
              of peace and joy
              like, it was the very last we'll be offered
              by life...!
              'we must persevere, for those survivors
              that look upon us, to remind them
              there's meaning to this existence
              we're All, so fortunate to experience'

              • Noah Malice

                thank you for the lovely comment l.b., always love when you drop in!



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