Well I suppose it happens to the best of us.
Death.
No-one is ever strong enough
to beat it when
it really happens.
Though
I wish
I wish it was
true
that one person
just one
wasn't gone.
You know the feeling in the
gut.
That hole
that
feels, it would never be filled.
I get it,
I know why,
why he ended himself
took his talent with him
yeah, he was that
good
wouldn't leave ‘em
lying around.
But I truly wish
one truly talented
ego
could prove
proof -
"christ on a cracker",
I love you for that
forever.
-x-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem