ES P1- Ever had an OAP fall on your head?
4th July I nearly died, due to intervention of a suicide.
That coincided with a day that was supposed to be held high,
To the bewildered sky, among the tyranny & scope of blocked flats
A shy old man w. his flat cap decided that he couldn’t hack the fact
That he no longer had contact with his wife. Was drenched in strife,
I knew his life as my partner used to care for him through the night.
Held his hand tight, so that he grasped onto something of love,
While his world was above, but her lifeless body below.
All night
He used to sob his heart out wishing he perish and go,
To the land where Grace rested and unwind without a care.
Praying he’d be there, my girl would sob at his woeful stare,
As he finished his prayer on the 4th night of July, outside was I,
See my girl finished work at 9, & I waited in the bus shelter aside.
I saw a figure move in the corner of my eye, it was Stan..
The old man.
He was on the roof of the care home at the edge making a stand,
With his cap in hand, he didn’t say a word, but made movements of a bird.
Then I saw him raise his fingers one by one, when he jumped on the 3rd,
.
“Nooooooo”, I screamed.
.
Peered & beamed, stood in shock & awe but then redeemed,
My bodies reaction team. So I stood directly below the old mans fall
Letting him know I was there with a call-
.
“Stan! I won’t let you end it all!”
.
With a mighty fall, 160 pounds smashed onto my upper body case,
As the extent of the crash was inserted into the base of my face.
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Darkness,
Its bleak,
.
Awake from my sleep.
.
“You have a ruptured spleen, 5 broken ribs & are paralysed below the waist.
Just bless the lord you wasn’t taken to the heavens of a forsaken place”
.
“What happened to Stan? Did he survive? Tell me if he’s alive”
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“I’m sorry he landed comfortably, but had a heart attack and died”
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I hold my girls hand, glance at my son.. how my life had lost a tonne,
With Stan dead and me useless, how the fuck can the show go on?
No moral left to boost, just another mountain face to climb,
Left with a body fit for a spastic & a mourning feeling I can’t define.
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