Gone With The Sunrise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I cannot fathom how much I value my friends, each one of them are of the utmost importance to me. It seems to be that, each one of us is partially characterized by our struggles and fears. In particular, one of my greatest fears is losing my friends, especially as depression, anxiety and mental scarring seems to loom over a few of them with every new day.
I hoped this poem would allow me to express this emotion and how holding those that suffer so greatly so close can have adverse effect on the ones that are trying to rescue them from themselves.
Please enjoy and Happy Mental Health Day 2018.

Submitted: October 10, 2018

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I’d throw away my sanity for you,
If only you’d stay here.
To rid this damned disease,
And save me from my fear.
But what use is a crumpled-up poem?
When matters of the heart overwhelm.
When the words I spill cannot console us,
And Chaos is at the Helm.

I cannot bear your suffering,
Nor the sorrow in your cries.
And of what I fear the most;
You’ll have gone with the sunrise.

I was naïve when I met you,
I knew that you were broken.
Yet thinking I could fix it all,
With a cure I could only have spoken.
Thoughtless of the spreading affliction,
I pressed on with moral intent,
Now haunted, state of chronic worry:
Thoughts whisper ‘What if you went?’

I cannot bear your suffering,
Nor the sorrow in your cries.
And of what I fear the most;
You’ll have gone with the sunrise.

I daren’t ask you the weather,
When there’s a sky without a hue.
And it’s easier for me to apologise,
Than having to hear it from you.
The clouds linger on your soul,
Stuck with tar, refusing to give,
I’d swap you my body, my life,
If only you’d just live.

Vivid is the memory of the future:
The amber blanket the sun will cast,
A shade that’ll stain forevermore,
Like blood spilled vast.
I cannot bear your suffering,
Nor the sorrow in your cries.
And of what I fear the most;
You’ll have gone with the sunrise.

Jason Millar


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