 The Passing

The shadows curled
Around me.
Smothering heart
And soul.
Forcing me to turn
To see
That I had lost my goal.

I gave up on my life
Then.
The pain exceeding
Hope.
I'd lost the power
To carry on.
I'd lost the will to cope.

I asked my friend,
I begged him,
Even put the gun
To hand.
I asked to pull
The trigger.
Spill my blood across the sand.

But he refused to
Do it.
Had to make me
Understand.
That there's nothing left
To die for
In this long forgotten land.

The shadows pulled
Me deeper,
And I longed to join
Their fold
I'd killed my love,
I'd stopped his heart,
His essence frozen cold.

I took the gun
Myself,
Yearning, longing to
Discover
What lay beyond
That bullet
If I'd find poor
Sam's brother.

But one small light
Prevented me
From cracking Hell-gate
Locks.
It was hope amongst
The fear
Blooming from Pandora's box.

It fought away
My Darkness,
Gave body back
To soul.
And revenge was lit
Inside me
Like inferno burning coal.

I vowed to fight
For Lillie.
The dead love had not
Loved back.
But I had something left
To live for:
A rage that I had lacked.

I'd suffered deep
In silence.
Allowed the Grief to
Pull me in.
But never will
I turn
Back to that suicidal sin