As I stand atop a balcony
Smoking the spirit away
Of another soul
I think of the missing
The forgotten, the loss
And the pain they flee.
As mighty as Dean
A cousin of a friend
An unknown to me
I reminisce the good times
The wild times
The epic moments
Therein lies the key.
Another overdose
Another jumper
Another cutter
Another shot
Another feeling
Another loner
Losing the survival
Of a wounded fighter
‘What will be, will be’?
I look to the past
Then to the future
The presence of tangible time
A cathedral of nature
Like a Peruvian mountain
Desperate lessons
Held in stone to sea.
The whispers in the soothing windstreams
The friendship of our vital trees
Which name?
Which friend?
Who have we forgotten?
Probably eachother
In the end.
Perhaps a stranger
Whose distant eyes
I’ll never see
But I sense you
Radicals surround you
Embrace you
You’re as alone as you choose to be.
So ‘only the good die young’?
But the brave live on
Let’s do it wisely
Fortify thee
Not a soldier
Nor an island
Stand together
And sing our song.
(3.20am Wednesday 25th April 2018)
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