A fallen friend

 Banging rocks around the clock, while the dark ones take stock and behind your back they mock. I been there too and few return, but burn inside that great dark lack and yearn. Did ya miss that bliss a calling while your hopes and dreams have fallen. Blind to see that many people care, and real friends are rare. So go on your way, but remember your inner towers of strength, them towers within…… remember your own fallen September.

A small tribute to a fallen friend who has been getting into drugs and other abuses.  It is hard to see people taking the path of suffering.  May he take a path called suffering to a place called happiness.


By: Jason-John Swartz



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