Sunday, 31 August 2014

Self Pity



People have different reasons for their own ending,
all retold in some sadistic club.
Selfishness. Guilt. Most of the time their fault.
They think that any empty oblivion that awaits them is better than the oblivion they left behind.
Yet they dont think about their families,
the friends
the lovers they left in that oblivion,
ashamed,
desperate,
Why?


If their brother,
their father,
their son,
their husband
Was so desperate,
So ashamed,
So afraid,
Of fighting for his country,
Why are they so veiled to the truth?

Love?
Passion?
Denial?

By Abby

1 comment:

  1. Cool poem Abby, the questions in the poem makes you think and wonder, which I find, great. The pauses in each line made the poem effective. :-)

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