My Friends And I Poem by Laquory Jones

I go back to a place and time when it was just
My friends and I Pisces and Gemini was our
Zodiac signs nothing would suffice we was just
Living life taking things in strife only living
Within the moments not seeing the bigger picture
Now just pause for a moment slowly taking
These words as they're spoken perceiving as
My tokens freezing time with pictures in the frame
From this moment on I would never be the same
Sometimes it hurts but you have to let it go or
The hurt festers up and begins to grow yeah but
The scars will still remain I ought to know about
The world and its pain that strikes fires through
These veins ad-mist the terrain rivers rushing
With lava erupts as if the volcanoes weren't
Enough this world has gotten corrupt my road
Of life has been tough low blows treacherous

Revolts Exodus yet you asked what ever happened
To us friendships had fell in a slump with the world
In the dumps too many bumps to overcome my
Life spiraled into peril after what happened to
Sheryl lately she had been depressed perhaps
Over-stressed only stating that there was nothing
To confess so no reason to ring alarms not that
She would do bodily harm oh heck was I wrong
Coming back at the midst of the night she slits
Her wrists twice talking about how much she wanted
To end her life I had struggled with the knife
Too much blood in my sights as she began clinging
To life I then tried to give advice I will never
Forgive myself for not offering help not thinking
That she would literally harm herself stating that
She didn't have a better choice I struggled to keep
My poise her eyes were no longer bluish turquoise

Blood dripping from her veins I couldn't help but
Feel her pain her body falling back with a thud
Later she would succumb to the lack of blood all
I could remember was maybe if only I could had
Loved her more that's what friendships were
Created for too much baggage to upkeep it hits
Me deeply when Endorphins are at their peak
Filling up my mental capacity bringing me constant
Anxiety my storage's upkeep will be the gate-way
To the soul along with the center-fold creating
Intervals enticing visuals of my reality I search
For a miracle tragedies are perpetual and sad
To see Sheryl I still miss you heaps but I know
That you have found inner peace but still why
Did you have to leave I'll grieve to your memory


(6/27/2016)