Unwanted Information

Some details are better left unsaid;

simple words can leave you broken like

the Bread at the Last Supper, only this type

of broken is not meant to be a sacrifice.

Upon my mom’s return from her dinner with my friend

Alex’s parents, I anticipate the news she will bear.

She tells me the cause of death for my friend

and I am left with an overwhelming amount of uncertainty within.

Did I want to know this information?

Would I have been better off being oblivious

to the situation, and siting in denial?

Should I tell this information to others or will they too be shattered?

I am forced to confront the magnitude of these words

and the weight they carry.

These questions race in my mind frantically,

and out of control much like a child at a playground.

--Nicholas T., Adult