Good Mourning

In your smile I’d chill for awhile

Within your eyes time would fly...

Your sarcastic wit-talking shit

Stuff I miss most about

Before you died...

Some still critique things you did

Like mistakes you made

When you were a kid...

It doesn’t alter an ounce my feelings

Speaking ill of my dead friend

Sounds like some dirty-ass dealing...

Just the other day

I thought: ‘What would you have said?’

About some shit that

Really made me mad...

Yeah so...

My memory backtracks old

Conversations that we had

The light-the heavy

The good-the bad...

Losing you is an understatement

Nature’s cruel reality & crushing abatement...

Feeling empty these days when I sigh

Sometimes-I too wanna die

If for no other reason why-

Other than I’m so damned tired...

I mean...

Who wants to be a slave

To life’s tidal-waves...

Along with all that

My senses so

Incessantly crave...

Accomadation entices

That vacant-placid grave...

I didn’t ask

For this task

Like some juggernaut

Caught in stream inertias path...

At times

My anger borderlines a sociopath

Then it’s like you whisper

Some dumb-ass joke in my ear...

Then I relax

Close my eyes

Bellowing a deep-hearted laugh...

At my own moronic-

Juvenile lesser half...

In that moment

I am saved by the past...

I hold on tight

With all my might...

Cause it never fuckin lasts...

So peace my friend

What else can I say...

Peace in the end

So close yet far away...