-for Tark
friends can number as many as you can count
what counts
how well you deal with one when
all the talking stops
the phone stops it's ring
when all that is present
the howl of the wind
the scream of the mind
a mess on the pavement
a boarded up window
all that remains
alone in the mind
couldn't take the strain
not an excuse
a decision and no one there
to talk him out of it
keep him from
the shattered glass
ten floors to the bottom
ending in regret
how could it get that bad
alone the mind
and a fine line between
alone and being loneliness
losing balance and slipping
into desolation
no one knew
door was locked
didn't want anyone to know
ninety minute tape left behind
chronicle a life cut short
he had friends
a family a future
an above average intellect
when it came to that
final hour
he was alone desperate
who did he really want to hurt
forgetting all that he knew
if only he could have waited
a little longer
if the door wasn't locked
if the glass didn't break
if he had been on the ground floor
if only he could fly. . .
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