Lost a Best Friend
Everything's different now, his heart won't mend;
for today of all days, he lost a best friend.
So he remembers her, a vision of beauty to behold;
dances across gently, during the winter's cold.
Her voice he misses, soothed his mind it did;
now words fill his head, 'She is now forbid.'
And her touch so delicate, all pain would end;
how he misses this now, what happened to his friend?
But of all the things, that tears at his soul;
it's the loss of her heart, he's no longer whole.
So memories of her, he will always hold dearly;
without her it's empty, this he sees clearly.
During time of dark days, how does he heal;
Passing through life, how desolate it feels.
Each minute of time, it's a torture in hell;
lone ship on the seas, now he must sail.
Like a thick fog covering, the waters of time;
mist of despair echoes, as it chimes.
And as each wave crashes, against the hull;
explosions erupt, deep in his skull.
Vision now clouded, to the horizon he peers;
But nothing to see, except for his fears.
Shadows in the distance, demons take shape;
wicked grins on their faces, is there no escape?
His wife, his best friend, kept the demons away;
now that she's gone, these creatures now stay.
They feed on his fears, alone he now stands;
sea of time rocky, which way is the land?
His beacon now gone, in this darkest of days;
blue skies clouding, all turns to gray.
Cold bite of the wind, in the morning break;
freezes the tears to remind him, of his heart's ache.
Lost a best friend, she was much more, my wife;
soul mate, split apart, my reason for life.
The waters now turbulent, the hull weakens from strain;
my soul has been beaten, my heart now in pain.
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