This in itself is like post dramatic stress, but a very beautiful piece. It’s a summary of my friend’s suicide, a friend that I thought I could never live without. Naturally, I was very afraid and horrified how life would then be.

 

Twenty minutes after the kill of my passionate desired,

Desperately searching for the dead,

Hopeful wishing and yearning,

A belief of forever lasting,

When in the back of the mind the truth conceivable,

Our friendship lasted no longer.

 

The heartbreak and heartache of my disabling self removal,

In hopes of joining the ever compatible idol,

The invisible invincible,

Remembering our last embrace with departure surfacing,

Seeping through her iris into my personal space,

Inconceivable unto me, until her expiration realization,

Her negative energy finding my mortal self,

An outcome interpreted long before the physical senses absorbed.

 

Tears, I could not conquer,

Overtaking the ride to her dwelling,

Blurring what little I could visualize,

This journey forever surfaced, and not wanting it…

 

Freezing in steps from the wheels to external abode entrance,

Silence in her pets, a sudden absence of chi distressed,

The worst in walking.

 

Descended steps of a raised ranch she called her home,

The hallway of rooms seemingly lengthened,

And the last door to the left held a terrible tale that needed a teller,

Upon myself to take it…

 

To push the door, laying the perfect woman,

The same woman in acceptance of me in whatever differentiation,

Anyone of myself as a student or soul mate alike,

In teaching of more than anyone ever did, or ever will otherwise,

My hero, my love, final,

When her hand no longer grasped my grip,

No longer mortal in greeting,

A corpse spoke truth in discovery,

For the empty prescribed relief revealed.

 

Distrusted, baffled, yet prepared,

A horrific future in contemplation, plain to sight,

Such a vision to injure upon verbal recognition,

Unheard of, to live it likewise.

Stiffness to the limbs toward unbearable comprehension of self hatred,

Sirens responded to my calls,

Neighbors rushed with strange curiosity,

Corresponded with the screams of abandoned baby birds,

Watched the perfected self prisoner,

Forever engraved, swept away in a bag.

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  • Sweety on Jan 15, 2010

    Very painful to read your lines. Good work expressing the sad emotions.

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