Courtside

Recently a friend of mines brother, recently returned home from a tour in Iraq, ended his life. In no way does this depict his death, but it was what was on my mind.

I assume my heart is expiring
Chunks breaking off inside
I wish I could blame them for this tragedy

But it's not their fault he died

Clouded thoughts and fast pace judgments
Beneath a rope he decided to hide
Never thinking I would find him
Swallowing his every ounce of pride

I prayed for his soul to be saved
Took a deep breath, then one long stride
I looked up at his body
Then the rope came untied

Sinking to my knees out came a scream
I had to quickly decide
Would I forgive him for leaving me now
I think I'll wait till I'm at the funeral
Holding the folded flag
Courtside

Author's Note

Not based on real events.

Reviews

[Aven]

This is just incredible. I'm terribly sorry you had to lose a friend like that, but somehow the universe has it's ways to "repair" the damage. From a terrible loss, came a wonderful poem. From a dead tree, comes the opportunity for others to grow. His memory will forever live on, thanks to you.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

haunting poem~ sent a chill up my spine~
the effects of war on the human psyche are varied in their manifestation~but every manifestation is drenched in darkness and sorrow~