Suicide Wins

My friend lost his battle with depression. I tried to help him.

Tired and faded Friend 

Sagging skin and spirit dull 

Your heart and lungs burden 

The bones beneath show 

Your eyes are wide and worried 

Dimming light while candles fail 

Patient Darkness stalks steady 

Seducing mourners well

Hideous act and plow blade 

Dismember body and soul 

Planted pain like grass seed 

In concrete cracks it grows 

We huddle ‘round empty 

We hold in hand what’s left 

It slips between my fingers 

It slips away like breath 

Boldly I begged exhausted 

Inabilities exposed 

Love and Honor follows now 

Peaceful resting soul

Author's Note

I'm no poet. But thank you for reading.