My friend is gone as I stood in front of him in shock,
Mortality overcome his fragile soul,
The noose has taken him away from me,
And all that's left is unforgettable hole.
I don't know why he done it but obviously he couldn't cope,
Life got the better of him as uttered his last words of goodbye,
Swinging from the stairs like a vine in the wind,
Now he has joined his god in the undeserving sky.
His eyes staring to the ground as he gasped his last breath,
But my lips do not scream for someone to help him down,
Standing there motionless as everything becomes so still,
No words can express the pain that can't find a way to sound.
We still have to live life the best we can,
Memories are strong but I don't miss a thing,
Leaving it all behind to try and get on with my own choices,
But not able to face the relations of the dead who never said a damn thing.
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Painful subject matter well versed Joanne. Pity though the positivity of the last verse had to be tinged with vitriol.