Tired to convince even close friends
who hide under a protective blanket
of indifference to suffering
that some things are just
plainly wrong and unacceptable
Since January 2015
my life is nothing but loss
The last 3+ years my life
is like sand running through my fingers
I have become like an outcast
I am not a desired guest at
Christmas dinners
or birthday parties
or walks in the park
On 12. January 2015 I learned
via a cold email
that my brother was found dead
in his flat
on 15. December 2014
I learned in one email
that they couldn’t find next of kin
that they cremated him
that his flat has been emptied
that he had debt
that his belongings that had no value
were destroyed
We received a box with paperwork
photos, ID cards, letters…
memories
A Box
An Urn
A Hell
Everything else,
every fibre of my brother
Gone
I went to work
to the funeral
to my family
on my shock
on my anger
on my loss
on trying to understand
how an efficient German system
can mess up like this?
I worked hard to find answers
I went to work in Pret A Manger
that worked hard in return
to get rid of me
tricking and trapping me
from beginning to end
I became an inconvenience
that needed to be discarded
like a broken machine
Since January 2015
I lost my brother in December
I lost friends
I lost my mind
I lost my job
I buried my dad
I am losing my mum to dementia
I have lost my mental health
I have lost trust in systems
any system
I have lost faith in workplaces
with their slick slogans and PR
mistreating their workers
for gain
fooling the public
for gain
again
I have lost faith in words
that are not backed with deeds
I have lost confidence in leadership
that should not be called “leadership”
but mis-leadership!
“leaders” who don’t understand what
it means to lead,
but who follow their own
selfish gain
Leaders who are captains
of ships but jump ship
first when it sinks
leaving a multitude
of passengers to
fend for themselves
I have lost confidence in the police
who don’t care to investigate properly
I have lost hope in “charity”
that is just big business
using poor people
and little children
to raise money
And politicians?
Don’t get me started!
I am tired of people
being overwhelmed with
my story
I am tired of those
blaming me for not
copying well
I am tired of excuses
that this society
can’t handle grief
and loss
I am tired that professionals
can’t deal with ONE person
right in front of them
I lost the sun
but I know it shines
I lost my taste for life
but I know I live
I lost the fear of my
friends’ anger
whose silent appeal,
that I lost my way
my person,
deafens me
I may be mentally out-of-sync
but I have a voice
that needs to be heard
I may have postponed
my ability to quickly
forgive
but I have a message
that is still not known
And if no one else speaks out
I still have a beating heart
willing to volunteer
I have lost fear
of bullying
by a company who prides
itself in smiles and
customer service
on the backs of hardworking
people of integrity
I am not paralyzed anymore
under fear management
I am not intimidated
by powerful people
whose only “courage” it is
to step on those
who are already broken
on the ground
I am tired
but I will never be silent again
nor give up
nor believe the voices of
indifference and complacency
that this is just the norm
This is NOT the norm
this is WRONG!
— Late Night Girl
In memory of my brother, Thomas whose death I was robbed to grieve in peace and timely manner.
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