Eulogy to Atticus - Better Late Then Never

 

Eulogy to Atticus – Better Late Then Never

1/7/25

I don’t know why your death snuck up on me,
like a stab wound to the back,
It’s been so long since you’ve been gone
But still, I feel your lack.
An empty hole where once you were,
That nothing I have can fill,
I miss you so, why did you go?
My heart bleeds for you still.
Others say that I should move on
And I truly thought I had,
But time to time our sharp goodbye
Comes spinning round my head.
It’s a time like that these words do flow
So, here’s my eulogy to you.
Better late than never, my dear friend
I miss you so bad. I do.
I never wanted to say goodbye,
T’was a task hard to comprehend,
The tears fell hard as my heart broke
As it was time to give you your end.
I held you tight, I didn’t let go
Until the light had left your eyes,
I had to turn and leave you
Though you couldn’t hear my cries.
You held onto a piece of my heart,
A piece I can’t take back,
I leave it here an ode to you,
My tear-stained panic attack.
You always had a special thing,
A way to make me smile,
No matter what, you’d help me laugh,
Even if only for a while.
Your constant warmth and soft sweet touch
Kept the darkest demons away,
You were a constant column of support
That kept my depression at bay.
With you, you took all of my light
The joy that I needed most,
It took some time, but I’m alright,
Though I still push off your ghost.
It’ll haunt me forever, until my death,
And it’ll hurt, and I may cry,
I miss you so, but you had to go,
You were sick, a death we couldn’t deny.
But it’s time to step away
Though all your memories I hold dear,
I miss you so, I know you had to go,
Sometimes I still feel you near.
So, I’ll say goodbye just one more time
As your memory I hold close,
I miss you so and I won’t let go,
Your memory is there when I need it most.

In Memory: Atticus Douglas 4/16/2023

Caught in the Web

 

Caught in the Web

12/24/24

 

Depression is like a big black spider hovering out of sight above
Weaving a web to snatch up all the things, like joy, and peace, and love.
The web wraps itself all around you, restricting you more and more
Until you have no will to fight, and everything becomes a chore.
 
Depression is like a spider, drinking up all of your years,
Until you find, and you don’t know why, you can’t shed anymore tears.
And the longer it takes to realize this fate, the harder it is to unwind,
Because you’re wrapped up in the web with no will left for you to find.
 
Anxiety is like cobwebs, scattered all around the room,
Strung along from here to there as neatly as a loom,
And before you even know it, you’ve been caught up in the web
With a lethal dose of anxiety that leaves you hiding in your bed.
 
Anxiety is just like a cobweb, and you never know just when
The spider left, will it come back, and exactly where has it been?
Is it hiding in the closet? Under the bed or in my clothes?
Or maybe in the library, hiding among books that fill rows and rows.
 
Anxiety sneaks up on you and suddenly it’s there,
Depression lingers long and hard, coming often as a pair.

Parody of Christmas

 

Parody of Christmas

12/24/24

 

We’re taking back the holidays, just one year at a time,
We’re taking back the holidays for you, and yours, and mine.
Around the winter solstice, so many choose to celebrate,
But most aren’t true to the winter spirit so now we must retaliate.
It’s time to take back Christmas, and time to take back the tree,
It’s time to take back the presents, at least if you’re asking me.
This time of year isn’t just a free for all, while it’s loud and crazy and cold,
We must celebrate the one religion, or at least that’s what I’m told.
“Yes,” I see the Christians nodding, with bumper stickers on their cars,
This time is for the Christians, both here or there, or far.
But this just in, I hear it’s stolen, it’s not the time that Christ was born,
So, yes, I’m taking back Christmas to the good olde days of yore.
I’m taking us back to the time before Christians, back to when pine trees
Were brought inside to hold on tight to whatever was alive you see.
To the cold and lonely solstice, not some lady on a mule,
So, yes, I’m taking back Christmas, to the merry days of Yule.

A Slow & Boring Death

 

A Slow & Boring Death

12/24/24

 
It’s the day I die of boredom,
It’s possible, it’s true,
You wouldn’t think it could happen,
Until it’s happening to you.
 
You stand around just doing nothing,
In my case, because I’m at work.
But since there’s nothing to do today
I just stand in the back and lurk.
 
It doesn’t have to be at work you’ll find
When you end up with nothing to do,
The boredom swallows you up real tight,
And you’ll die right out of the blue.

The Season of Change

 

The Season of Change

12/22/24

It is today, the season of change
A time for us to move on,
Away from what we know, to make our way forward,
And take stock of what has begun.
 
It may be quite hard to admit
That thing that you don’t want to know,
But we must truly know it or we will grow stagnant
And now is the right time to grow.
 
I see that you need it, so just take a minute
To process the knowledge, you have gained.
The truth is you need it, it’s time to admit it,
Even if life is never the same.
 
You are who you are, don’t you dare let them change you,
Or tell you what it is you should be.
For this life is yours, so be who you want,
Only then will you finally be free.

Sinking Ship

 

Sinking Ship

12/22/24

 America stands on the very tip
Of a large and wasted sinking ship.
An iceberg hit us, we’re going down,
Abandon ship or you might drown.
We found the captain to be a madman,
Sporting a stupid grin and orange, tan,
Who watches the ship sink with screaming cries
Of “Make America Great!” a stupid lie.
So now the rest of us watch on in fear
Because we can see that the end is near.
 
America is a sinking ship, and we are standing on the edge
Of a dark and violent precipice, looking bleakly from the ledge.
America, the bold and free, the eagle flying through the sky,
 Soon will crash and tumble, falling broken from on high.
An empire only lasts so long before it comes apart,
And we are past that breaking point, so it’s time to throw the dart
And that tip will soon hit its target, it’s just a matter of when,
It’ll soon come apart, but please don’t lose heart, it’s time for new growth to begin.
 
The end of things is natural, just like the iceberg we have hit,
So, we stand on the tip as the ship sinks down and watch as a new story gets written.

The Courage to Step Forward

 

The Courage to Step Forward

12/22/24

 
Having the courage to step forward,
To put yourself out on the line
Is truly a task that’s not easy,
So those that do are mighty fine.
 
They put themselves up at the front
Taking harm that others can’t,
To become the shield, both sturdy and strong,
Planting roots that are steady and fast.
 
Calling out the behavior of others
Is not the most simple of tasks,
And it’s an action that oft’ is ignored
And one the wielder often masks.
 
So, to all of those brave unseen heroes,
It’s time to give a round of applause,
As they stand at the front of a war to be won
Raising high the banner of the cause.