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by Alea Author IconMail Icon
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Death · #1733626
Misfortune seemed his lot at the end of life.
Pretty people – oh the pretty people dressed all in black
-
Huddle closely to the pretty
Hole in the ground
As if it was a fire on which to warm their
Hands
But yet no fire burns there;
It is as cold as the morning wind that whips around our
Sad little party
Your gravestone, I see, has been marked with
Beautiful words
Describing your whole life and personality in
Minute details
But how wrong those words are
;
For I knew you better.
For 10 years I struggled with you
You, the popular one, the loving one
So no one bothered to look at what you did to
Me
Me, the ignored, the forgotten, the grey chameleon
Blending into everything
Though I tried to make myself noticed
You were like a cat to the Egyptians
Idolized and loved by all
Until the day you discovered me
Sitting
All alone
In the putrid and monotonous and routine hallways of
High school
You befriended me
Until your own friends decided I was too
Worthless
To be friends with
We shared interests,
You and I
We were a good
Match
But your friends distinguished our
Fire
And coaxed you back over
To the Dark Side
Oh how glorious you thought it was
To shine again; to spend all your time with the
Rats you call friends
After that year, I
Despised you oh so much
Burned every last picture and every last word
You ever wrote to me
Pushed you from my mind as you did to me
And sank back into the wall
To be ignored for another year
However, the stupid blue hallways did
Nothing
Nothing to hide the grey chameleon
You and your friends brought me misfortune, verbal abuse and more than
A few black eyes
Now I longed to be ignored
For to be forgotten is far better than to be
Abused
Never before had I despised someone
So much
As I now despised you
I wished you would
Fade away
Become the grey chameleon
Feel abuse as I had felt it
Instead of leaning against the doorway
Of the washroom
Laughing
Watching your friends
Punch me,
Kick me,
Hurt me
But alas, my wishes were never granted
And I watched you grow and win and
Continue to win
In life, in school, in sports
In everything you did
While I, the one left behind,
Became forgotten once more
I hadn’t seen you for 47 years after that
Yet now, here I stand
Looking at the dark and earthy hole
Where you are to spend all eternity
Suddenly,
The groans of several men, trying to be
Respectful
Slowly ambled towards the hole
Carrying you
In your dark mahogany and velvet lined
Coffin
They had not yet reached the hole when
Suddenly
Loudly
You and your coffin and one
Sad excuse for a
Strong man
(One of your friends,
No doubt)
Thudded dully against the earth
The other men carrying you – you burden you –
Tried to keep a hold on the expensive casket
Yet there was a mild hill behind them
The mourners watched in horror as you all slid down
You, the men and your casket
But I, I watched with the look of sick irony
On my face
How convenient
You went through life
Without a fall, without a failure
Until now
But now it does not matter
To you
For you are dead
Dead of old age
Dead as the ground I stand upon
Stone cold dead
But to the people here, the people that
Loved you
And I, the person that
Hated you
It did matter
The mourners were in tears – more so than before –
As they gazed intently upon your broken casket, split open by the
Tumble, now showing your leg,
The star’s leg
Clad in sad and gloomy
Black
And I, well I was joyous
Almost about to laugh, I fell
Silent
As I realized that once I did love you
I soon dismissed that thought however
Because then I realized that my wish of misfortune
Did come true
If not a little late

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