Feb 2015
Starting out so young and free
No troubles in the world
Pure, clear skin for all to see.
Not a sign of hurt
Bright, young eyes and light pink lips
Innocence at best
Unexposed and unaware of God's most painful test
Wandering lost and all alone, no one there to trust
Voices laughing, hidden deep within the prickly brush
Eternal darkness cascading down from a clouded sky
Frightened, cornered with one question, and that one word is why?
There's no life that's left to live
There's no more need for breath
Succumbing to the evil force
And wishing only death.
No troubles in the world
Pure, clear skin for all to see.
Not a sign of hurt
Bright, young eyes and light pink lips
Innocence at best
Unexposed and unaware of God's most painful test
Wandering lost and all alone, no one there to trust
Voices laughing, hidden deep within the prickly brush
Eternal darkness cascading down from a clouded sky
Frightened, cornered with one question, and that one word is why?
There's no life that's left to live
There's no more need for breath
Succumbing to the evil force
And wishing only death.
This poem is dedicated to a writer and friend of mine. Though I never knew this writer very long, I understood the troubles and horrors of living. I did everything I possibly could think of and it couldn't fix the brokenness of depression. I'm so incredibly sorry that a life was lost and that no matter how hard you try, evils of the world will have victories.
