Mike Acker

My Trusted Friend - Poem by Mike Acker

In my darkest hours, when I need him most,
he is always there, ready and waiting.
He sits across from me with a steely,
penetrating look and unblinking eye.
Never mincing words, his approach is
straightforward, unambiguous, unforgiving,

and uncompromising. He listens
patiently, but is never emotional.
He always hears me out let's me say it all
with no interruptions. He understands,
but at the end his answer is always
the same. His wisdom is piercing, always

firm, and final, brutally honest,
no back and forth, no ups or downs,
no ifs and or buts. His single word
of advice may be the only thing
to ever penetrate my thick, stubborn
skull. He seems to always say: 'When you are ready,

I am here for you. I would never fail you.
I will help you reach that next level.
Make sure it is a time of no regrets,
no sentimentality, no tears,
no looking back, as there is no going back.'
Always that silent answer.

Ironically, he needs me to help him,
help me, and I feel safe with my trusted,
but not yet tested friend; my loaded
Smith and Wesson forty five.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I have never owned a gun and never will. This was written during a tough time in my life and it tries to understand how a shotgun or handgun would be viewed by someone suicidal. Just an exploration...

Comments about My Trusted Friend by Mike Acker

  • Heather Wilkins (10/13/2013 4:03:00 PM)

    a good write. a gun is a terrible mistake for a person in depression. sometimes it can be deadly. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/1/2013 1:21:00 AM)

    thanks for the compliment...will be reading your writings soon.....check out the rest of my stuff if you liked these (Report) Reply

  • (10/1/2013 1:06:00 AM)

    I'm so glad you responded to my comment.. I'm sorry if I sounded a bit strong, but I was reacting to your words.
    I guess I feared what might happen. But that's a credit to you as a writer - you convinced me of a situation that does not exist. I like your style of writing and look forward to more of your poems. I don't know why readers don't always rate the poems they read. I try to, but sometimes I forget.
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  • (9/30/2013 7:46:00 PM)

    sorry lorraine...meant to thank you for all your other comments....just curious why people don't rate poems when they read them especially if they like them? I am new to all this... (Report) Reply

  • (9/30/2013 7:44:00 PM)

    I don't own a gun and never have and never would. It was written during a very tough time for me and It basically is a study on what a gun of any type would mean to a suicidal person or someone with deep depression. (Report) Reply

  • (9/30/2013 7:16:00 PM)

    At first, I thought you were talking about God. I felt a little jealous because I never get any response from him. Then I reached the end of your poem and, well, I was shocked. That is no friend you have there. And it doesn't talk to you, or give you any consolation. I'd take it to the nearest river and throw it in. Then look for a real friend. And I'm saying this as a friend. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, June 9, 2014

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