Random poem (here under the orders of Tymar)

Penned quickly one boring morning. I'm probably abut 82% happy with it.

There once lived a boy who had the blues
Spent his whole life staring at his shoes
If he thought he’d find the answers there
Or if he actually didn’t care
One always had to wonder, though
they knew they’d never really know
For silence is easy to maintain
When seventeen years have made it plain
And hands soon learn how not to shake
And voices learn how not to break
When strike meets chest so pale and thin
It all gets locked up deep within
And shards of glass, that embed your face
Should be no cause for great disgrace
But nobody would dare to suggest
Any other reason for any unrest
The fault of the victim, the perfect excuse
To cut your losses, deny the truth
For his mind never was in the right place
And that’s enough to relinquish chase
So why did it not come as a surprise
When they learned of one poor soul’s demise
For she found him there, so white and cold
And stories of sin are always retold
But blame the chemicals, blame the insane
The wrongs of the others escaping the pain
And even when those eyes did reopen
Were comforting words by father spoken?
It wouldn’t take a great mind to guess,
And yet the poor girl saw such distress
Not one to let her thoughts go unnamed
She left the father, old and ashamed
And tears for lost souls did there slide
Down cheeks that otherwise grief denied
But the lost voice raised, ‘Please do not cry
I was never really going to die
I knew it wasn’t my time yet
Although it is a risky bet
To make when stakes are so severe
But I know that my sense of fear
Was beaten out by merciless fists
I just wanted to see if I’d be missed’
The girl could only shake her head
‘If you had died,’ she quietly said
‘Do you not think it might have hurt
For those left behind to shovel the dirt.’
Eyes closed once again, but different now
For something he had forgotten how
To feel at once came rushing through
Anguish renewed veins so blue
But resolution never was reached,
For the misery did conscience impeach
The love, though brief, left deeper scars,
Even if they were the stars
They once had gazed at, wished to be
And happy together for infinity
Seemed like such a given, a gifted right
They saw no tunnel, only light
So when her time came to leave it be
The walls crashed down too hard on he,
And once again they found him there
Drying blood in the dark, matted hair
And eyes as blank as when alive
No second chance, no hope to survive
He knew as well as the time before
The fate for him that lay in store
Burned without name, burned without love
No hope to be welcomed into arms above
For the words that rendered him so devoid
Came to be truth for what was destroyed
And did one single soul shed a tear
Perhaps, but it wouldn’t do any good here.
The end came quickly, but the time was right.
Flown through the gates, freed into the night.
Find peace where you are, for your journey stops here.
In life you were clouded, in death you are clear.

 

Told you. Oh, ye of such effortless grace. Right on!

 

I like it.

 

thats wonderful dear, i love teh journey it takes you on, keep it up love

 

Is this completely fiction?

 

It's about half and half.