I wrote this for a poetry slam at my college. I preformed it on 10/26, and I got a lot of good feedback, so I though I'd post it here, and see what ya'll though of it. Whatever you say about it- it was very cathartic writing it.



Listen, Listen…
Can’t you hear it?
The sound of breaking glass,
Of muffled tears,
The shouting and the guilt.
Above all, the guilt-
It drenches me deep to the bone,
Coating every surface-
I can’t escape this-
ALL YOUR FAULT!
ALL YOUR FAULT!
My hands reach to cover my ears,
But I can still hear it-
The pounding voices screaming in my head-
I can’t escape them-
YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING!
YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING!
They won’t let me rest-
A multitude of shrieking people-
Males, Females,
They chastise me endlessly-
I am the rock-
They crack me with a hammer,
I am the cold still water-
They throw rocks at me,
I am the silent forest-
They are a team of loggers,
NOISE NOISE NOISE
I cannot breathe-
The air is so thick with accusation I cannot bring it into my lungs,
YOUR FAULT!
YOUR FAULT!!
I draw my knees to my chest and rock back and forth-
No comfort.
The voices aren’t outside,
They’re in my head-
They won’t let me accept,
That I couldn’t have done anything-
It was out of my hands-
I had nothing-
NOTHING!!!
I could have done…
I force this into my brain,
And it is quiet for a few blissful seconds,
Until-
You were there..
You could’ve said something…
You stood by and watched it all unfold…
HE’S GONE BECAUSE OF YOU.