The Man Who Died Beside Me

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

taken from my book, "Beyond Free"

The Man Who Died Beside Me


Unaware of where I belong

Why I be

The man standing beside me

Asking for money from people around me

Just brings my mind back

__to harder times

Living in poverty

Trying to quit smoking

__for a potential fiancee

Only to bum cigarettes

__from dusk to midnight

Just to try and afford a ring

For a woman who did not even end up

__being my bride

Now I know that marriage

__is something I'm not allowed to have

I lost thee ability

__to get ahold of any one in my grasp

And women now repel off of me

The man next to me

__suddenly takes a hit of fentanyl


______because his dope was lased

And dies

"This shit is real?"

"This shit really happens?"

Thee insanity of my blindness


And pointless

Numb from experience

I hold my remorse inside

And cannot cry

Festering his death inside of my mind

All night long

Showing little to no interest

__in showing any sympathy

No empathy

No apathy

I grew cold

I can no longer care

I never knew the man

He just happened to have stood beside me

As I waited for the bus

Now I feel all fucked up

'Cause I was always told

__how I should feel

To have a heart

But I lost my heart in 2018

During the finding out

__that I cannot marry

And so now I am an asshole

But I can't help who I am

It happened too fast

__for me to be able

____to stop him from dying

______right in front of me

Because I did not see it coming

And now I'm just stuck in shock

Ashamed for not trying to save him

"How can I be such a dick?"


07-13-'21 #4

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: July 14, 2021

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