Stolen Journey (Youth Suicide) - Poem by Danny Draper
Always sought, sorely missed.
If I followed to your journey’s end
and broke that which cannot be mended,
my understanding would not be extended.
Could I ever feel or know the depth of pain
to just let go,
Extinguishing today and all tomorrow?
I never want to know such sorrow.
Is there a darkness where no light can shine in
To reveal the hope concealed within?
What burden so heavy,
Its load we could not share,
How will we ever know, now you are there?
We are much poorer now
One less unique and unvalued treasure
Stolen from life’s path,
Without the journey’s experiences to measure,
And the company of the traveler to pleasure,
A picture incomplete, forever.
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