I AM STILL HERE
Beyond the Depth of This Surface
An unburdening, a crossing - this veneer you traverse with nothing left to surrender. You are a mother's lone progeny, yet it's not the surface where you draw the line. What do you become, when all that remains are stark thoughts - a gun or ledge? A companion, and more so, a brother, yielded to the inescapable. You offer nothing but your plunge from the edge, and all I yearn for is to grasp what stilled your heart. I loved your countenance, and oh you were just a boy, but it was not your surface that could send my heart free-falling into these depths of heartache.
I miss you, with your ability to encapsulate 23 universes with the life you led, it seems unjust that I sit here left with the stories only you wished to have voiced.
You sank to a depth where the surface blurred into non-existence, my voice became an echo lost in the abyss. I wept at a time, when I thought my tears had dried up. They trailed down my face, carving out paths I thought no longer existed. I can't bring myself to face your mother, what is it that I could've done differently? She is a picture of resilience, and I, I am still here and this story is as deep but short as the life you led.
An unburdening, a crossing - this veneer you traverse with nothing left to surrender. You are a mother's lone progeny, yet it's not the surface where you draw the line. What do you become, when all that remains are stark thoughts - a gun or ledge? A companion, and more so, a brother, yielded to the inescapable. You offer nothing but your plunge from the edge, and all I yearn for is to grasp what stilled your heart. I loved your countenance, and oh you were just a boy, but it was not your surface that could send my heart free-falling into these depths of heartache.
I miss you, with your ability to encapsulate 23 universes with the life you led, it seems unjust that I sit here left with the stories only you wished to have voiced.
You sank to a depth where the surface blurred into non-existence, my voice became an echo lost in the abyss. I wept at a time, when I thought my tears had dried up. They trailed down my face, carving out paths I thought no longer existed. I can't bring myself to face your mother, what is it that I could've done differently? She is a picture of resilience, and I, I am still here and this story is as deep but short as the life you led.