Day 5 POEM: The Is Where

April 27, 2016

This Is Where, October 24, 2004

 

This is where he used to sit

And he’d have so much fun with it

For this is where he used to swing

It used to be his favourite thing

He used to love to swing so high

He’d laugh out loud as he’d fly

Simple pleasure created a laughing fit

This is where he used to sit

 

This is where he used to play

And he’d have fun all through the day

For this is where his bells he’d ring

It used to be his favourite thing

He used to love their musical melody

He’d was as happy as happy could be

Simple pleasure brought a happy day

This is where he used to play

 

This is where he used to hum

And perform for dad and mum

For this is where he used to sing

It used to be his favourite thing

He used to love to sing a song

He could do it all day long

Simple pleasures loved by some

This is where he used to hum

 

This is where he went to school

And he was popular and oh so cool

He was crowned the prom king

It used to be his favourite thing

He had the pictures, kept the crown

It cheered him up when he was down

Simple pleasures of his high school rule

This is where he went school

 

This is where he slammed his bedroom door

And he broke down, couldn’t take anymore

He was planning what the future brings

But it was his parent’s favourite things

He’d wanted to write, not play football

But that wasn’t what his dad had in mind at all

Simple pleasures weren’t allowed anymore

This is where he slammed his bedroom door

 

This is where he used to sleep

And when no one was there, he’d weep

He was doing what made his heart sting

Forbidden to do his favourite thing

But he doesn’t want to disappoint mum and dad

Too afraid to tell them why he’s sad

Simple problems seemed to pile in too deep

This is were he brought on his permanent sleep

 

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This poem is fiction but unfortunately the emotions within it, the subject matter, is not. Suicide is such a tragic, tragic reality. I remember reading a poem (or maybe a short story?) when I was in grade 5 that a triggered the first line, This is where he used to... Used to. What a sad thing to write. The thought that someone used to do something before they died is sad within itself but to think they used to and died to young. Used to and it was a cry for help. Used to and it is missed. So many things can be conjured up with those words, used to. I never forgot the way it made me feel then and it is a line I have used for inspiration many a times. I actually remember writing a poem in grade 5 using that line but sadly not every poem or story I have written has been recovered. While remembering that poem, I wrote a different one, one more dark. If you know or think you know anyone who is feeling so down, feeling like suicide could be an option I urge you to reach out to them. Hold on to them. Show them love so they can move on and those suicidal thoughts can be something they used to feel but now they feel better.  

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