I was born.
I breathed
the family's lost fortune.
an accident
She had been taking pills
resulted in my life.
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I have no memories
My mother said that I cried a lot.
only memories of happiness and bliss.
I knew nothing of the pain
innocent
touch the stinging nettles
I got stung
I threw a tantrum
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uncomfortable socks up to my knees.
I was very nervous and I cried
I didn't like school
I could never keep up with the other boys
I had the misfortune of getting lost.
I remember panicking and asking strangers for help.
They forced us to sit crosslegged
This was the first time I saw fireworks.
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I will never forget that place.
I remember the utter sadness
I was sorely disappointed.
I foolishly decided to touch a cactus.
needles all over my hand
It was the first experience I had of death
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I was very ill that night, a bad omen.
I have no memories of what happened on my 5th birthday.
I cried as we drove away
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Fragments Of A Tragedy
PoetryFragment Poetry inspired by the suicide note of Elliott Roger