Shared Life and Death

This poem was written for someone, in response to a painting he did about a sad experience we shared. I miss him a lot.

A Shared Life and Death.

Your heart is heavy, sorrow

is taking its toll and you're not alone.

You have seen death and for a moment,

a piece of it has broken off within you.

I feel a little of the weight

your shoulders bear, but you're not alone.

We watched the life disappear from his eyes,

and you hold me because that's all you can do.

We part ways and you paint

about life and death, and you're not alone.

The painting is nothing like you,

but that doesn't mean it's not true.

A world of love and life

that ends in death, but you're not alone.

We live to protect our lives, a cautioned

meaningless existence, consumed.

We are temporary, you cry

to the masses, and you're not alone.

They listen but don't hear, a harbinger

of fate, a looming doom.

“Open your eyes!”, you plead

till you're weary, but you're not alone.

They will not listen and choose life,

they feed on lies and spit out truth.

So you paint about life and death,

please don't give up, because you're not alone.

Hold on, don't go to sleep.

If you die your dream could die too.