Though we were strangers, our pain was shared
Our struggles intertwined, but fate kept us impaired
In the depth of the night, you stumbled into the woods
Lost and afraid, hearing the found hunt, as it should

I think of you wandering alone,
With fear taking hold of your heart,
The thought of you lost and afraid,
Tears my own world apart.

I wish I could have held your hand,
And guided you through the dark,
But now you're gone forever,
And I'm left with only this stark,

Memory of the depth of the night,
When you stumbled into the side of the woods,
Hearing it's found hunt you,
And I wish I could have been there, if only I could.

He placed the barrel in his mouth, a bitter taste of doubt
Hoping to swallow the pain and wash it all out
The shotgun cold against his teeth, a symbol of finality and grief
He pulled the trigger, and all went still, a surrender of belief

We found him lying there, lifeless and still
A tragedy we couldn't unspill
Questions of why and how lingered in the air
As we tried to comprehend this despair

Guilt and regret took center stage
Wondering if we could have turned the page
Perhaps we could have prevented this decline
If only we had seen the signs

Now all that's left is sorrow
For lives lost, and hopes for a better tomorrow
May their memory live on and be a light
To those who struggle with the same fight

The woods were a maze of darkness, a twisted, gnarled despair
The found hunt echoed through the trees, a siren's call to beware
The gun was a weight, a burden, heavy as a stone
The trigger pulled, a final act of feeling alone

He lay there, a shadow of what he once was, consumed by the night
A flicker of hope lost, a soul taken by the fright
We were left with a shattered existence, a broken, hollow shell
Searching for meaning in a world that can be so cruel and unforgiving as hell.


© Plasmagrapes