Family Pass Down Poem by Islam Otayfah Abu_ahmed

Depression passed down through the blood,
It grows heavier with each new generation.
Made worse by the land we live in,
Where we watch others struggle
While we live in comfort—
But still, it hits us hard.

It really hits hard.

A father screams before thinking,
Not knowing his son listens too closely.
Tells him, "End it then—do it."
And the boy takes it to heart.

He locks his door.
He sets it up.
He stands on a chair,
Thinking of final moments,
Ready to leave it all behind.

But what he desired—
He regretted in the last second.
Too late.
He screams for his mother,
His sister,
But it's too late.
The door is locked.

His mother screams his name.
His sister cries, beating the door.
And his father—
He sees the last thing he ever wanted to see:

Feet in the air.
Arms dangling.
He looks up
And sees his son—
Gone.
Hanged.