The Blame

Poem By Matthew Hyatt

He blew out his brains today
Just to say
He thought it was a shame
He wasn't to blame
For the fact his brother is lame
It was only a game

His brother's sentence to a chair
Was his burden to bear
The car was moving way too fast
They hit the railing with a bash
Crowds appeared quick and awed at last
To see the carnage at the crash

Now as they weep
Over their son's eternal sleep
They now know with dread
It was true what he had said
'It wasn't a game,
I am the one to blame.'

Comments about The Blame

wow....deep poem but i like it
This poem has a musk that lingers in the air after the last words have been read. Emotional and stirring - you're really growing as a poet, Matt.
I hesitated to place a number...a vote on this poem. It's emotionally sad, yet telling.


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