It's going to snow tonight.
"Lake teenager killed."
I'm losing all feeling in my toes
"Walking through a meadow..."
and apparently my heart.
"50 foot tree fell..."
This time I rather be alone.
"Mr. Jones was reported missing..."
Rather be inside to hate.
"Friends of Damien will hold a vigil tonight.."
Charity is bawling.
"Lofton Park at 8:00..."
Everyone is showing emotion
"The Jones' are asking for speakers..."
except for me.
"Damien was a great friend.."
My hands are killing me.
"One time, during football, he..."
Charity cries on my shoulder.
"It all happened suddenly..."
The snow starts falling
"The last words he said was 'I love you'..."
but I'm already miserable.
"Anymore speakers?"
Charity raises my hand.
"Yes, you, wearing the green shirt."
Microphone gets put in my hand.
"Speak, son."
It all came like concrete at my face.
"I never spoke to him, but, uh,
we shared several mutual friends."
A/N: Names changed for privacy, of course.
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I like the contrast between each line. Almost every news report about a tragedy is the same and the sentiment that goes into it isn't anywhere near how the friends and family tend to feel. Headlines are short and to the point but there's so much more to the story than what's written. The formatting is excellent, and any other way would confuse me. I also like pieces that can actually make reader feel something: Sadness, happiness, regret, etc.
In this case, it's sadness obviously.
This is one of the best poems I've read in a long time!
I'd have to agree with a lot of the reviews previous to mine: this was great. I don't believe I have anything negative to say about this piece, which, I'll admit, isn't rare for me. However this particular poem is definitely a favorite.
I think my favorite thing about it is the way you layered it. In fact I think that's what makes the poem. Good call on that, I must say!
Again, I'll say it for the third time: I loved this. I'm not at all surprised that this got Literary Spotlight.
Keep it up!
This is a great meaningful poem, keep up the good work
As much I am inclined to be negative about this, it's all right.
This was very well done. A bit confusing at times, but I can't tell if that's just me or not. I'd love to see more from you!
Just a quick little nitpick:
----- "This time I rather be alone."
Should be "I'd" or "I would"
You know, I really get this. I had to think about that last line, it all came like concrete at my face, and it really hit me. Weird how another person can live right along side you and yet you never really get to know them. Even weirder when that person dies, people all around you are reacting to there death and yet you don't know quiet how to react. You knew them but you never really did...

You have done something quite amazing here, the poem is incredibly dynamic, the meaning only really hits home at the end(which is good), and the story you are telling is something I think a lot of people can relate to.
Bravo.
Oh my,
So devastatingly succinct, yet filled with layers.
The sentence structure -- bam!
I enjoyed the juxtaposition between the situation and the speaker; the matter of factness grounding every thought, only to be shattered by the last lines.
So powerful.
One thing I would suggest, is perhaps one line that would tie both worlds together. I interpreted that the dead teenager was much more than just 'sharing' mutual friends. I presume that the last words were actually meant for the speaker. But why should he feel this way? I get his grief, I get the pain, but what gives him 'ownership'?
(e.g. perhaps, something to the tune of where Mr. Jones was going or coming from? Why he was out there in the first place? Something to refute the last line...)
Or maybe not.
In any case, this is entire piece is very Hemingway-esque in the punches packed in such few lines.
Thank You.
Thank you for the review!
That is a really nice interpretation, but it wasn't what I had in mind. See, all the events actually happened except for the vigil, and the only thing I knew about him was that we shared several mutual friends.
Anywho, thanks!