The Death of a Friend

There was no casket to be set into the earth. Only memories were to be burried washed clean by the bottles embrace. Strangers do we part a vist to a familar cold place by the oceans shore. Words spoken never hurt when you understand human nature. The dark inwhich I only know. A dark river flowing unto the sea. Its broken current flow's with no true direction. As children we start fresh only to loose the spark. Dancing under a shroud of tenderness apon lifes harsh stage. Bitter souls reflect anger lost only tears of regret. Me i just cast demons down in some twisted hope I just might forget. Sometimes you gotta realize when you crash through that glass celling you only got to look forward to the floor. The bottle now empty I cast into the dark waters eternal bed. Along with a memory I'll pretend to erase. Distanse is only a thought away. The road echos my lifes song. Underground burried so deadly the truth just as sweet as the lie. Barbwire and daydreams plague my soul. Like the bottle that sit's within the depths of a water cast tomb. I know strangers as friends. Night as backdrop. Farewell seems fitting as hello. When the river has run dry To whom will go? Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-death-of-a-friend/#ixzz0suxHEd00