It's Down the Road, Not Across the Street

I hope you'll understand,

Times got real rough,

Please understand my friend,

I simply didn't have the heart to be tough.

All my life was a constant fight,

And when I would start to question my life,

And begin to back down in defeat,

One of my very closest friends,

Often would hand me a knife,

And say " Remember its down the road, not across the street.",

And that if I truly wanted to go,

I'd simply have to follow those instructions, and that would be the end.

As I grew older,

My issues got worse,

My friend was gone,

He'd taken his own life,

Without him I was lost,

I decided it was finally time to retreat,

Each day my heart grew colder,

And I began to dream of my ride in a hearse,

And I prayed it would not be long,

Then one day I got an idea, and grabbed a knife,

I knew it would hurt, but that was a small cost,

And it was at that moment, I remembered, "Its down the road, not across the street."

Now I'm sure you can probably guess I'm gone,

My best friends saying I kept,

And at the time I was filled with fright,

But as I had hoped, it didn't last long,

I followed his footsteps,

So I wasn't left behind,

And now, we have been reunited.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sadness and regret can lead us to a dead-end. Loss of a good friend can be a heavy burden. I felt the sadness and loss in the poetry. Good friend would want their friend to live. Powerful tale in the poem. Made the reader feel and understand the words.
Coyote

[Papaya]

That's such a great line, the title...
Really like your use of it through out and the tragic end. Was night expecting that.

[Papaya]

*not expecting that. I got auto punk'd...