I lost my cousin brother only 5 days ago. He was just 35 years of age. He was more like a brother to me. I kept thinking how could it happen as he slipped and fell on his head while walking home and was admitted in ICU. I kept crying for days and still feel so much pain. He has a wife he left behind. Everyone keeps thinking about the wonderful memories we shared coz he was such a loving soul. Loving and caring. It's like I don't have anyone close in my family anymore. I feel like someone has stolen something from me by taking him away. Don't feel like interacting with anyone anymore. Feel low and depressed.
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I'm a crack addict. As many others, it touched me deeply and hit home... my heart skipped a beat when I read the line about being locked in her room holding a pipe. That's me... doing what I do most every day. Locked away alone using because I'm ashamed of what I've become. Sober people around me say just get clean. It's not that easy. Even when you want to because you're well aware of its destruction, you just can't walk away. I wish I knew someone with the same DOC as me. I feel so alone surrounded by people who don't understand because they've never been in an addicts shoes.
I haven't been on this website for a while,
Your poem is amazing it really made me smile!
It's so uplifting to read something funny and lighthearted, thank you for sharing!
I thought that me and him were going to be together forever. That was a mistake. He wrote it down in pencil... I guess that had gotten erased. I am drawing all my weaknesses of what he had done. Now he needs to see what he had created. I actually tried to love him, I really did, but now it hurts for me to say that I love him. All his truths were based off lies. We are done now but God, I was such a fool for loving a man who thinks that love is a game...
Yes, I too find writing very therapeutic - it was especially so when we discovered that my husband was terminally ill. Very best wishes, Ann.
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This is such a long shot replying to you 16 years later, but I had to try! I just found out yesterday that this poem of mine was published online and read all of these comments and sobbed while doing so! You have no idea how much your comment means to me. I lost my sweet Grandaddy in August of 2022 and ever since then, he has sent me so many signs that he's still with me. Seeing your comment yesterday was the biggest sign to date and I wanted to tell you how much your comment meant to me! ❤️
On January 19, 2010 I was following my father home from our regular morning coffee time. He pulled out of the parking lot, a truck went by and I turned out behind it. My father stopped to make the left turn home and the truck between us did not realize he had stopped. The truck hit my father doing at least 45mph. My father's vehicle was pushed forward and an oncoming car hit him head on doing approximately 50mph. My father was killed instantly as I watched from behind the entire wreckage.
First and foremost, I am truly humbled to read each of your comments. It was my intent to touch the lives of others through music and poetry, and stumbling onto this site and seeing that this work was shared 17,225 times is pretty cool. I wish you all nothing but the absolute best life has to offer you! For however long you are here on this earth, I pray you are able to find the joy, the lesson and the purpose for your life's story. Stay well! Be blessed, and be a blessing!
Andre Cardenas
so sorry for your loss, God knows best and we all have to take heart. life goes on
Another brilliant poem. Well done - keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann.
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