...Tear Down The Barriers And You May Find A Friend Poem by Not Long Left

It seems my friend that the written word
Will not save you from the inevitable
What you wanted was a saviour
what you found was a circled path.

Many worlds have you travelled
Many minds have you shared
A thousand moments of enlightement
came to you from the white of the page.
Did you Tan on the ship of Oddysues
Did you cry when the Wasteland washed away.

Here beside me now, legs trembling,
replaying the broken films of family life
Wanting, waiting for the pain to pack up
and leave nothing but hope behind.
Wishing to reclaim what was stolen
by Madmen behind protective desks
and needle weidling nurses.

We agree, that the day you fail to seek
my company will be the day when the
Goldfish Bowl around your heavy head
shatters, and your life become your own.
Few will know of your work, your life,
your tragic tale, but at least closure will have come.