My Inconvenient truth

OK, another poem this one is written about a suicide...hope that you like it. ( this was my first real poem, hehe)

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My Inconvenient truth

My world was turned, undone, destroyed.

Spinning into space.

I sat alone, with just my thoughts-

and tears, my company


How could it happen? Happen to me.

This was someone else’s nightmare.

This was all wrong, how could it be, didn’t anybody care?


An accident my mother said.

I knew that wasn’t true.

There was something else here and now, an inconvenient truth.

And when I asked, confronted, begged,

what I dreaded most was true.

In my heart I knew I’d known the shot was planned and done.


Ending his life all for a dept-

he couldn’t bear to face


There was more I’m sure then gambling dept,

but I will never know

And even though he’s dead and gone,

he loved me…this I know


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So, what do you think? please comment.

- Sim