I wrote this poem remembering how I treated my brother.


I can remember


The look on his face when searing

words passed through my lips hurting

him simply for not knowing where we

were going.


If only I’d have known that the Grim

Reaper was stalking him, I never would

have let those awful words I could never

retrieve pass through my lips


I can hardly believe I was like that and

remember measures I’d taken to belittle

people close to me and to some I didn’t

even know.


Pitiless and callous I didn’t care who I

Verbally abused, but I’ve changed now,

and cringe when I meet someone who

reminds me of when I was like them.




About The Author

DiBuduo is also the author of "Crime A Day," a nonfiction book, "A Penis Manologue: One Man's Response to the Vagina Monologues," and two volumes of his signature "flash-fiction poetry," as well as several collections of short stories. His short fiction and poetry also appear in anthologies, online journals, and recently, in Weekend Reads, a collection appropriately subtitled "Twisted Stories, Twisted Mind!" He has completed two paranormal novels, "Cryonic Man" and The Mountain Will Cover You.” and the soon to be released novel, “The Chicagoua Café,” and also a collaborative collection of connected fantasy stories with author Kate Robinson. Read more about DiBuduo and his interests at joedibuduo.com.

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