Mar
11
For My Friend (W. 7th Poet)
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Blood hits the grave
Drips like the way a butcher slaughters sheep
All the agony and pain
Makes it hard to sleep
As life goes on
I’m forced to turn the page
But never will I forget that awful day
Lost a friend and
Gained a memory
Trying to let it go
But it don’t make no sense
To me.
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This is so eloquent and moving, I feel the pain and the hope to make sense and meaning out of tragedy. Hold on to your good memories of your friend and work for peace and justice in his memory. Keep writing so others can share your experience and be moved to come to a place where pain can be transfromed to love. Is it only by our deepest pain that we can fully experience and know our love. Keep the faith, live the hope. Peace is yours to embrace.