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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Relationship · #1205486
For Julian. Do you guys think its good enough to read in front of a small-ish crowd?
It started off like any other
The wind was cool, the grass was green
A sun so bright no cloud could smother
Any bad thoughts were short and lean

For a new adventure, we did depart
Hand in hand, our friendship grew
He settled deep inside my heart
What would come next, no one knew

The rode we traveled had, now and then, a muddy spot
But it was pleasant for a while
Storms really didn’t come a lot
And he always lent my face a smile

The dark clouds, though, came more and more
I’d get shivers down my back
The rain would tend to pour and pour
And suddenly, his company I’d lack

Less and less I’d see him
Our paths would seldom cross
The shining lake in which we’d swim
Now stank with algae and with moss

We stand before a bend
A crossroads were we wait
My love for him I always lend
But I’m left alone, pondering his fate

He’ll choose the dark and dreary path
I see it in my head
He just can’t seem to do the math
Or wake on the right side of the bed

I know that he’s in trouble
His soul’s not what you’d think
I use my heart to pop his bitter bubble
But I get gagged by life’s new stink

This path is so well traveled
I don’t think he’ll escape
Our friendship’s now unraveled
And sinking in a lake


He’s drifting oh so far
Slipping from my grip
He’s stuck in slimy ink black tar
His morals have a rip


I try my best to reach his hands
But his eyes, they just ignore
He’s surveying the surrounding lands
Deciding what he’ll loose to sink down even more

His doom is never far away,
And he’s teetering on the edge
There’s nothing in him I can sway
And so he falls from a crumbling ledge

No Jesus in his heart to break his fall
I hear him land, his bones now cracked
In my mind he was once so tall
But love of Christ he lacked

So now he’s lying in a gorge, a pool of blood beneath his head
But I’m not surprised at all, only filled with sorrow
Because I’d predicted true, it’s what I’ve always said
And now he’ll never see tomorrow

The coroner will take a knife, and peel away his skin
I’ll be sweating like I’m in a sauna
Before he leaves he’ll write one line
Underlined with chalk, the word says “marijuana”.
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