Staring through the dark dreary night
Time elapses, bringing sooner the day
You call out but no one is there
You search,
But there is nothing sturdy enough to ease this sorrow
Digging into your soul you reach for the last strands of the rope
The unraveling twine of past events
You try to hold the memories in your hand
But they slip through your fingers,
Burning as they go.
Catching some, you hold them close to your heart
Tears touch the last few shards of you sanity
You try to grasp the reasoning
It breaks with the force of your fingers
You fall
Your mind, a whirlwind of confusion
Searching for the answers that won�t come
Refusing to believe the truth in the letter
You try and convince yourself it�s not real
But the voices tell you otherwise.
The rope was getting weaker with time
Slowly breaking away from all hope
If only the rope could have been mended
Life might not have had to take its stop
Too blind to see what was dying in front of us
A friend taken by his own hands
And now reflecting back on what was then
A weaker rope held in your grip
But some memories will stay imprints
While others cling to the rope and drift away with the tide.