So many times I asked myself why
Of life's lessons as they go by
What did I learn from things happened past
Was it something that was supposed to last
Was my emotions scattered like the wind
And did my heart break deep from within
Of all the things that has happened to me
Nothing could prepare me for my destiny
To awake in the morning to dawn's early light
To view with my eyes the worst tragic sight
What I found turned my life inside out
The first thing I did was scream and shout
Oh my God how could this happen to me
To find my Son dead hanging from the tree
I raised his lifeless body trying to revive
How could I know he wasn't alive
I could not let anyone see him this way
I did my best and cut him down that day
I removed the rope from around his neck
The ring it left I will never forget
I laid his body onto the ground
I spoke not a word not even a sound
The last thing I did was look deep into his eyes
To see the emptiness and death from inside
These sights are etched deep into my mind
Life can be so cruel instead of so kind
This in one lesson I will never forget
But my life is now full of many regrets
This poem reflects of my inner strife
And is what I must live with the rest of my life
For I was the one who found him that way
It sure is hell for the price I have to pay
I am not angry or mad at my son
I can not change what has been done
All I can do is write poems when I can
In hope that someone can truly understand
If my poems have helped you in some way
Then the price of hell diminishes each day
Author: Robert Walters Sr.
