Losing the Luster of Life

In Mourning

This is dedicated to Sheebs, because this poem is about him. I wrote it shortly after he died.

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A black cloak to mask the pain,

Never will I see you again,

I can shout and pled and cry,

But you won't come back, why'd you have to die?

You weren't just a friend, you were my kin,

Your heart was kind, but a storm raged within,

I'll never forgive them for what they did to you,

They hurt you my brother, and it killed you.