You went crazy
And
i was always already there
Waiting for you
But
Today
i have left you there
Alone
And
Today
Is the day that i lost you
Dreams are the key
To the door of the present
And in a dream
i saw you
travel
Climb
Into a river
Of depression
And
Turn yourself into a rock
A form i know all too well
i knew that you were gone
I the time of a dream
Returning to our lost home
I traveled to that same river
Wondering
How i knew where to go?
With so many rocks in a river
How would i know?
It was you?
But
When i climbed into that river
Almost slipping into that same depression
i saw you
You were the brightest
Drawn to you
You caught my eye
I knew!
It was you!
And now
i hold you closely
Against my chest
Tightly
Beside my heart
As i watch
Everyone morn your death
i told you
i would never
Let you go.
Hi
I like the rawness of the truth in this piece. They say only if you let something go and if it comes back it was really yours in the beginning - the true meaning of sacrafice is giving without knowing you’ll recieve in return. I see a sacrafice all through this poem. As far as form I am not much for mechanics but for the punch in the gut poetry can deliver you did this well!