Christopher Poem by chris schwartz

Sometimes, the silence here
Wrecks my heart
Makes me understand
There is no perfect place.
Then, the loss
Of a dear friend
Shocks me awake
Finds me still breathing
Among those
Who are grieving
Watching innocence
Slashed into peril
From some senseless
Drunken mess,
I am not here to judge
But you took his innocence.
In his dark,
I find my eyes wide open
And in his stillness
I find lament.
I watch the clouds just up
Above us all
And the stars
That cast their stairway of cement
Into the world
Into the wonderous world
That he now knows.