Memories On The Wall Poem by Cymberli Renai

Death is a tragedy,
It happens to the best.
Nobody knows better than me,
He left me standing here with the rest.
My friend suffered much,
To give us a life we could trust.
The pain of his passing cut me deep,
So much I couldn't sleep.
If life is so hard, Death should be easy.
The love we gave set his spirit free.
The day he died, so did I.
I couldn't even cry.
The day of his passing changed us all,
So many memories upon the wall.
He was so young, yet he was older than the rest.
My heart was damaged that night,
We had lost a very long fight.
To save the boy who saved us all.
That's all he was, just a boy.
Again the memories on the wall.
They treated him like a slave boy,
He just bubbled over with joy.
And he hid his pain from the others.
I stood there once again.
Trying to ascend,
From the torture of my mind.
Again to live in the grip of Death