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My Trusted Friend

In my darkest hours
when I need him most
he is always there.
He has always been there
ready and waiting.
He sits across from me

with a steely, penetrating look,
unblinking eye, determined,
with nerves of steel.
Always with the same answer.
Never minces words.
His approach is straightforward,

unambiguous, unforgiving,
and uncompromising.
He listens patiently,
but is never emotional.
He always hears me out
let's me say it all

with no interruptions.
He understands, but at the end
his answer is always the same.
His advice is piercing,
always firm and final,
brutally honest,

no back and forth,
no ups or downs,
no ifs or buts.
His single word of advice
may be the only thing
to ever penetrate

my thick, stubborn skull.
He seems to always say:
'When you are ready
I am here for you.
I would never fail you.
I will help you reach

that next level,
when you are ready.
You tell me when.
Make sure it is
a time of
no regrets,

no sentimentality,
no tears,
no looking back
as there is
no going back.'
Always that final answer.

Ironically, he needs me
to help him, help me
and I feel safe with my trusted,
but not yet tested friend.
My loaded Smith and Wesson
forty-five.

Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 01, 2014


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I have never owned a gun and never will. This was written during a tough time in my life and it tries to understand how a shotgun or handgun would be viewed by someone suicidal. Just an exploration...

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  • Heather Wilkins (10/13/2013 4:03:00 PM)

    a good write. a gun is a terrible mistake for a person in depression. sometimes it can be deadly.

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  • Chloe Yvon (10/10/2013 4:26:00 PM)

    This is such an original poem. The whole time up till the end, I really thought the friend was an actual person. Very original, very unique.

  • Mike Acker (10/1/2013 1:21:00 AM)

    thanks for the compliment...will be reading your writings soon.....check out the rest of my stuff if you liked these

  • Lorraine Colon (10/1/2013 1:06:00 AM)

    I'm so glad you responded to my comment.. I'm sorry if I sounded a bit strong, but I was reacting to your words.
    I guess I feared what might happen. But that's a credit to you as a writer - you convinced me of a situation that does not exist. I like your style of writing and look forward to more of your poems. I don't know why readers don't always rate the poems they read. I try to, but sometimes I forget.

  • Mike Acker (9/30/2013 7:46:00 PM)

    sorry lorraine...meant to thank you for all your other comments....just curious why people don't rate poems when they read them especially if they like them? I am new to all this...

  • Mike Acker (9/30/2013 7:44:00 PM)

    I don't own a gun and never have and never would. It was written during a very tough time for me and It basically is a study on what a gun of any type would mean to a suicidal person or someone with deep depression.

  • Lorraine Colon (9/30/2013 7:16:00 PM)

    At first, I thought you were talking about God. I felt a little jealous because I never get any response from him. Then I reached the end of your poem and, well, I was shocked. That is no friend you have there. And it doesn't talk to you, or give you any consolation. I'd take it to the nearest river and throw it in. Then look for a real friend. And I'm saying this as a friend.

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