I blame myself; it wasn’t your fault
Though I wasn’t near that fateful assault
But I should’ve reached out when I saw that it’d started
When I saw that Dad’s death had hit you the hardest
And yes, it was hard, seeing Dad die,
We didn’t expect our last visit to be a goodbye.
But if only he knew what his son had become
A terrible sot, his reality numbed
And now you’re with Dad… well, maybe not
No words, no actions—it’s what I was taught
No thoughts, no reunions exist in the Grave
For if they did, then of death we would not be afraid.
So why’d you do it, please, give me some insight
Into what you were thinking on that life-altering night.
I know this sounds harsh, but I wish that she’d died
For it wasn’t her fault that you couldn’t drive.
But now you’re asleep in the Ultimate Slumber
While the poor girl waits with a shattered lumbar
At your funeral, they said, “I’m sorry for your loss,”
But who's going to pay for her medical costs?
It’s a certainty now, her future is gone.
How will she run with legs made into floss?
That track scholarship would’ve put her through college
But besides that, there are consequences you’re unable to acknowledge
Mom is beside herself; she can’t get out of bed.
She said to be careful; you were reckless instead.
I cannot forgive them, all the things you did wrong
When they’re really my fault, my silence was too long.
If someone asked, you’d plead, really clear and fast:
“Give me a chance; just one last!”
A chance to what? Not stomp on the gas?
Avoid putting our sister in a full body cast?
I hold no hatred, but now you’ll never grasp
That life isn’t a story; you can’t rewrite the past.
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