Untitled Poem by Pit Weston

The time is now,

To bid adieu

To friends and family,

Those old and new.

To watch the sun rise

And to watch the sun set

To cleanse myself,

Of my past regrets.

Things I never did,

The things I said I would.

I did what I wanted,

And did what I could.

My will was weak

And my hopes were high.

I never did,

What I said, I’d try.

“You tried your best”

Would say my dad,

I’d hug my mom,

To not be sad.

No matter the smiles,

And the hugging and kissing,

Something inside me,

Would always be missing.

Did I make you proud?

Or did I make you weep?

Would you go to bed ashamed?

And cry yourself to sleep?

So, sorry for the pain,

The breaks and the grief.

But after I’m gone,

You’ll have that relief.

The relief of a burden,

The shame and the pain,

The son who had nothing,

To show or to gain.

Goodbye mom,

And goodbye dad,

Please don’t cry

And don’t be sad.

I’m better off,

The hurt is gone,

Shed your tears,

But please move on.

Now go be happy,

Like you were before,

We will meet again,

Meet once more.