For You Old Friend..


My soul has been set ablaze by your tragedy,

The ambers glow bright red like a thousand eyes of demons staring back at me …

I strive to become your catalyst, but I fumble through empty rants only handing over fistfuls of broken advice

I stand against the blowing wind, watching you bleed through tourniquets of rusty chain links..

The warm blood rushes towards the frozen ground.. Melting the spot where you buried your heart deep within the confines of gritty soil

When you are ready.. I will help you dig…

When you are ready.. I will help you bury the past, as you have helped me bury mine…

I embrace you as a brother, bearing an oath that is made in the corners of tree houses or midnight adolescent adventures…

Promises made under black night skies, in empty streets…. sealed with concrete corners of a neighborhood…

You now stumble along in feverish grief…

When you are ready… I will help carry your weight, as you have helped me carry mine

When you are ready … I will help you dig..

For I count you among my beloved,

For I count you among my brothers..

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