I'm Sorry (Short Poem)
I still remember the last time we spoke.
Folding to my peers, we made you the joke.
Painful memories of childhood torments.
A life of bad decisions, regretting many moments
So few of them haunt me as the day that you died
To go back and change things, like my childhood pride.
They didn't accept you, but you were my friend.
Afraid of their judgments, I wouldn't contend.
I wasn’t willing to fight
To stand up for what’s right
Cowardly siding with them, I joined along
Knowing throughout it was so very wrong.
Walking away, seeing tears in your eye.
Unknowing that this is the day you would die.
We went and we played forgetting your pain
Was my betrayal the last thing on your brain?
As I walk in my house, my mother sits alone.
Telling me a call had come on the phone.
Into the line your mother had cried.
That her only son had just today died.
So young he was taken, only twelve years old.
His last moments of life, the story she told.
He had climbed up the tree, and sat there alone.
He had been crying, his mother had known.
He wouldn't come down, down out of that tree.
Ignoring every single one of her pleas.
She had given up, and walked back in through the door
Not knowing that she would see him no more.
He came down after the passing of enough time.
But he did not see his foot hitting that power line.
Out of the tree his lifeless body came falling.
His sister was screaming, mom! Mom! She was calling.
Thinking back to the day’s events,
Tearing our friendship away as I’d went.
Had I fought with them, stood up for my friend?
Demanded he come with us, come too and play pretend.
My pride and my fear got in the way
I was unwilling to try, you just wanted to play.
I just wished I could say I was sorry.
I still wish I could say I was sorry.
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