Crushing Defeat ~ Friday, May 23, 2025

The truth about why my friend died
how she ended her life
exactly when she left this world

truths as uncovered mysteries, they lied
reality never will get better
until I understand this world, this strife
to struggle with a flag unfurled
how will the truth bring my friend back

absence makes the heart grow fonder, sweater
betrays my sorrow when I meet others
only over myself, I have control
unless the fraternity, my brothers
the dead whisper secrets about my soul

winter runs long, I feel cold as I lack
honesty to face this reality
yellow egg yolk stain on a china plate

murder is murder, even of the self
yellow heart, so untrue, feels gravity

feels friendships slip away like grains of sand
remember her voice, I hear as if fate
in a heartbeat laughed, a book on the shelf
endless rows in a library, her voice
nothing more, nothing less, palm of the hand
defines the mystery, lines on a plane

distant friends ask me why, why did she die
if I knew why she killed herself, insane
emotions attach to sorrow, I cry
distance too far to touch, I have no choice

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