A Death Of A Secret Poem by Alec MacLellan

I'm not blind,
I have seen the sacrifices made for me,
That is why you always will be able to lean,
There are many things that can't be taken back,
For our history is very black,
Yet here we stand,
Even though things were unplanned,
And the prices we paid not worth the fight,
But we fought all night,
Swearing to never back down,
For this is our town,
And as I think back,
We never removed that ice-pack,
We all remained scarred,
And pretended to be hard,
And for awhile it worked,
Until finally the rope of life took a jerk,
One of us dead,
Not a tear did shed,
There is never a reason to take your own life,
No matter the strife,
This is what we all said,
But we all had misread,
For another one of us did fall,
And once again a masked ball,
The secrets we held,
Is what we believed had compelled,
So some tried to start fresh and left town,
But so many were run down,
One night a phone call,
Put me in a solid stall,
But yet I pretended to be tough,
And we did it once again and no one called anyones bluff,
Three people, sons, brothers, friends were gone,
And everyone denied that they were withdrawn,
His parents asked us why,
But no one could reply,
We carried each death bed,
But all of us were brain dead,
We made an attempt to create a pack,
To watch for each others back,
Calling once a week,
But the conversations were weak,
We wanted to act strong,
But we were all wrong,
2 years after our attempt,
Another pack unkempt,
And after that there was no pride,
Some finally broke down and cried,
But me and a few others refused,
And walked away emotional bruised,
We separated more,
It felt like the cold war,
No one really talked,
Just tried to keep the walk,
Until a letter I received one day,
And the heaviness it did weigh,
I denied it was real,
Until they closed the solid coffin seal,
There is a lot that travels through my mind,
Until I have created the same design,
I cannot lie and say,
That I don't think of death everyday,
Because its constantly in my head,
I can hear my own voice say go ahead,
But I will never let my family and friends get hurt,
So with death I will only flirt,
Five have died,
And I am still trying to figure out why,
God forgive us,
For this stress and mess...