Hercules
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I wash my eyes,
they soak up fear.
I used to look at you
As if you were Hercules;
Strong enough to protect me,
Tender enough to feel my pain.
But you weren’t Hercules
And life isn’t Disney.
In fairytales, brothers don’t let ropes
Kiss their necks like pieces of fatal jewelry.
Before you let the rope fall
Did you whisper ‘I love you’ at the door?
Did you tell mom you were sorry,
That life had just left you too sore,
Never mind the fact your dad abused you
And left you poor,
But to society you just couldn’t conform.
So you drank until you could no longer feel poisoned
By a life who tore,
Your soul to shreds.
I wish you could’ve heard mom scream
As your childhood melted her face.
I wash my eyes,
they soak up fear,
for a world too over populated
to let brothers fit in like a puzzle piece;
so mind boggling because you could’ve been Hercules
if the world didn’t throw away your puzzle piece.
And you wrestled the pain
Until it smothered you without release.
I remember when they whisked me into their room,
Away from the cluster of faces that were merging together
In our family room,
Because our family had just collapsed like the rope on your neck
when dad held me and said
‘baby, he’s up in heaven with the angels now,
As if you weren’t already my saving grace,
And when I wash my eyes,
They drip the fear that
I’ll forget your face,
But you appear in my dreams,
And tell me:
That death is a courageous thing,
And courage is wearing a necklace of shame.
That life doesn’t heal wounds
and the world isn’t all its projected to be.
But in the end all that’s left is a name
And you could’ve been Hercules
Strong enough to protect me,
Tender enough to feel my pain.
But life isn’t Disney,
and brothers let societies lies
claim them
as they wrap ropes around their necks
like a strangling kiss
as life hands them over to death.
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faheyamg
"Before you let the rope fall
Did you whisper ‘I love you’ at the door?"
is such a beautiful line - really sums up what I (and I'm sure everyone who's been in a similar place) went through as soon as I found out. What were his last thoughts? Did he think of anyone other than himself on his way out? Incredibly written, especially the part about appearing in your dreams. Thank you for this poem; it brought tears to my eyes. Keep writing!