Tuesday

It was a Tuesday.
The day that my Grandfather died
On a hospital bed in their dining room,
Beneath a violet light fixture I'd always liked.

It was a Tuesday.
The day that I stole a few of Dad's
Leftover pain pills and stashed them away,
Knowing I intended to end my life with them.

It was a Tuesday.
The day that we drove to visit my
Sister for her 21st birthday, and we all drank,
Even those of us underage, wanting to escape reality.

It was a Tuesday.
The day that I realized every day
Was becoming a Tuesday and that nothing
Anyone could say or do could stop more Tuesdays from coming.

It will be a Tuesday.
The day that I take my last view out of
My bedroom window, at the mailboxes and the
Tipped over trash bins and the overgrown firethorn bushes.



Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2009-08-26 at 07:08

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Melissa Ormond
I love this! Life is just a cycle, you just have to be determined to get through all the obstacles along the way! Keep writing and smiling!:)
2012-02-02


Anne Westlund
It's always Tuesday here too, it seems. I like this poem very much.

Anne
2009-08-26