by Melvin LeVeque Jan 15, 2016
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
May 12, 2014. In line at my local grocery store, a young boy, around twelve years old, stands with his father. I've never seen this child but I can see he is upset, his face is distorted and red. "I hate you and I hope you die!" he screams at his gray-haired father. His father does not react, but simply stares ahead, letting the words bounce off. Instantly anger starts in my toes, and rises up until my face could melt steel. How dare he speak to his father that way, I thought. I ground my teeth and my hands became stone fists. |
by Em
Melvin, |
I find it difficult to think of this as a poem as it is such a long piece but instead I think of it as a powerful deep emotional piece of writing a story of an inner battle of a child growing up believing that he is responsible for his father dying, replaying that moment of anger in his head over and over again and wishing he could change it. It is an amazing piece. Something I can relate to. When my father died I wanted to say so many things to him but because he was dying I couldn't. |
by Mr. Darcy
Hi Melvin, |
Melvin! |
God I'm in almost tears, this poem is way too emotional for my heart, my father is elderly and I know that if I do what this person went through I would be the same. It doesn't matter if the person in the poem (story) did or didn't say that the outcome would've been the same, the love a parent gives to its child is beautiful and just because the child says something really painful and doesn't mean it, it doesn't mean that the parent isn't loving his child and being proud of him/her. I find that the true reason that the grown man hates the child is not because he hates him but because he is jealous that child has his father still and he doesn't and I believe that it takes a big part of you when you love someone and they die, but it does take courage to heal and walk away from that hurt and begin life again the way they wanted you to live. |