MadLove

I wrote this poem for a friend who commited suicide. She was not a direct friend, but a friend of a few of my own friends. I saw the pain that her passing caused my friends. We will never really understand why she left us so early. But we can celebrate her life by remembering her as a brilliant artist and a beautiful soul.

No one knows when the tree falls in the woods,

silence breaks it down, tearing and ripping out the roots.

The birds fly towards the sky seeking solace

In this house of wreckage, this temple poorly cared for,

secrets inside could fill the biggest city.

Water can overflow its glass and not immediately break,

sticking together, it holds a daring shape.

Soon enough this tragedy will unfold

and shake this city to its very soul.

To the streets with the poor and the wasted.

Burn all the houses on the hills,

flee all the free to the sky.

Don’t drag your feet on this ground so unstable.

Be selfish this time, it’s all anyone will be able.

I heard today that you choose not to go,

you’re missing a love, the star of the show.

It’s a late night here on the set again

and we’re all missing dinner and drinks.

So now drown your soul and down your thoughts.

It’s more than likely you haven’t forgot

how this world remains cold despite this warm day.

It’s every molecule for its self as we cling to the rim of this glass,

the pressure of the others, just wishing it would pass.

You feel the overwhelming falling feeling

and close your eyes as your life’s moments flash

So bright and happy it’s as if they’re stealing

the most beautiful mess you’ll ever make.

This will never be done justice in word or paint,

you’ve created the greatest piece in the history

of these wrecked up friends.

The biggest books could never contain

the broken hearts, the destruction, sweet pain.

Soak this up with the thickest skin you’ve got.

Take this like a dagger to the heart.

You can’t ever undue what has already done.

Don’t let this glass over flow ever again,

one more time and the words will run.