No Greater Tragedy
A father, a son, a mother, a daughter,
uncles, aunts, cousins, sisters and brothers,
also the close friends deeply loved like none other.
A greater horrible tragedy I could never conceive,
than to have death take any one of my loved ones away from me.
I don't move on very well with this sort of loss apparently.
For an entire lifetime, every moment they continue to haunt me,
a constant reminder of how much I miss them terribly.
I am truly a chronically depressed miserable SOB,
I just put on an impressive show that I'm not,
for the benefit of everybody.
"Misery Loves Company," I have never believed.
I am what I am but that doesn't mean,
that I should cause they who may surround me,
to feel how I feel and that is what will happen exactly,
if I ever openly displayed my true self for all to see.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2016
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