Hindsight 20 20
We found him lying on the cold
Stainless table inside the morgue
With only a thin piece of cloth
Draped over him, still as moth.
He didn’t come home the night before,
So we just left an unlocked door;
At noon next day a neighbor came,
Who heard on the radio a name
That somehow sounded much like his.
Stunned, we hoped it was not true
That he was stabbed, didn’t make it through;
Yet sure enough when we got there,
And breathed in the deathly air,
It was my brother with stitches on
And all his color neatly gone.
It pained me much to see him so
Violently deprived of life,
His body pierced thrice with a knife
By one who sneaked up from behind
And picked the first that he could find.
Twenty long years have since passed by
Still I don’t completely know why,
Or how, another human being could
Dare to treat life like a piece of wood.
But Time has a way of healing
Any wound no matter how deep
Or how much you drown it in sleep
Though always it leaves a mark,
Reminder of a past that’s dark.
I tried to look in some places
Some excuses that would lessen
The anguish, if it would not deaden.
Yeah, it is an imperfect world
Where some things really can appall,
Where even pretty flowers fall,
And babes die before they can crawl.
While I find it hard to digest,
This is all that I came up best:
I learned that sometimes to forgive
Is easier than to forget.
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Copyright © Ryan Gayagay | Year Posted 2024
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