Thought to Action
When he died I thought “Oh shit”,
I did it.
All those years, I had been saying I hoped he would die,
life would be so much easier.
I wondered if I could make it happen, like I did when I was 17, and
just kidding around,
spoke those words several times, “I hope you die a violent death”.
Just kidding at the time, never meant it, I loved them both.
Then at the beginning of summer they were gone, dead in a tragic car
accident
– or was it?
An accident, I mean.
Did I cause that?
And then he died, nearly twenty years later, my mantra echoing in my
ears
– life would be so much easier if
he would just die.
It is my secret power,
to wish someone dead,
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