Maybe

In March, one of my friends was shot in the head. When I found out, I didn't know what to do. So I wrote a poem for him.

The world’s gone cold

I know now

What it’s like

To see someone you love

Suffer this fate

I can wish and hope

And I can pray

I don’t know what it will do

Will it save you?

Maybe.

Will it keep you alive?

Maybe.

But if it doesn’t?

I don’t want to live

In a world where

Your joy and your smile

Are no longer there

Your passion for your faith

And family and sports

Your funny stories

Our strange memories

Will I ever hear your voice?

Maybe.

Will I get to see you smile?

Maybe. 

But if I don’t?

I feel numb

Except for the fear

Creeping into my bones

My muscles and cells

The fear of a world

Without you there

It’d be dark

With no sun shining

Cold and dark

No reason to carry on

Will I be able to smile?

Maybe. 

Will I be able to laugh?

Maybe.

But if I can’t? 

Author's Note

In case any of you are wondering how he is, he's perfectly fine. A little paranoid, yes, but no major damage. Two days after being shot point blank in the back of the head, he checked himself out of the hospital.