Monday, September 2, 2013

Wild Rides


Through hills, valley and all the wild rides
On me to depend, a friend by your side
"Time heals all wounds" said my sister when she lied
My best friend is no more, because he died
"How selfish?" Is the question locked deep inside
Why did you have to go and commit suicide?
Emptiness had now filled your place so wide
Your family's mental pain will never subside
Even your dark clouds have ran and cried
Your blood stain will be washed with tide
My permanent tear marks remain, never to hide

-- Louis Mercier

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