Stumbling through life with troubled soul ...
Trying to grasp the softly flickering flame
Before all that's left
of this tallow of hope ...
is the smoldering ember
of a flame left to die.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:I wrote this many years ago after seeing a dear friend struggling with the direction his life was heading ... he had lost all sense of being and had become suicidal ... he had given up on life ... he had given up on himself ... eventually the situation became too much for him to cope with and one evening he after a evening with his closests friends ... he took his life ... I never want anyone to experience that kind of despair ... We must never forget that there is always HOPE ... without it we cease to exist ... This is for you Mark my dear friend ... I wish things could have been different