The Poem

man's hand reaching toward a light

Finding myself angry that I lost all my writing, I was inspired to write the poem that would then inspire the book. I never gave the poem a title until I started writing this web page. It seems appropriate to call it “Lights Out.”

Lights Out

You weren’t perfect but neither was I

You did things that were incomprehensible, unforgivable

But I stayed by your side

Until your mother stepped in, mom for the win

She thought she was the only one who could save you

But all she gave you were more tools to lie and deceive

She would never admit that you were mentally sick

It was easier to call you a drug addict

But you played her game, at least that’s what you told me

On what’s now the last day you would hold me

And she never knew the truth

That the old demons still haunted you

You just made them your friends and they stayed with you

Until the end

Remember when we were fifteen and you said you would die

By the time you were thirty five?

And when that day arrived you were still alive

But apparently it was on your mind all along

Because now you’re gone

And on that final day as you packed your bags

And walked away

I’ve often wondered what you were thinking

As you drove to our get-away in the woods

Did you really think that you would? That you could?

I imagine you sitting there crying, staring at that candle flame

Alone and feeling shame about what was to come

And who you wanted to feel the blame

But you couldn’t have known it would be me

Smoking one last cigarette, then another

No, just one more

Then stroking that cold piece of metal

knowing it was time to settle the score

Time to silence those voices

For evermore

With no more thoughts, just metal to mouth

And with one quick action, the light went out

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