The End.

goodbye, my friend. This is the end.

He got what he wanted,
he got his death wish,
but that didn't solve a thing,
just made everyone's life worse.

Sorrow flies,
    happiness drags,
   what a twisted world we're in.

It makes no sense.
We hope and wish,
but sadness comes anyway.

Taste the tears, on your lips.
Hear the cries, of the crowd.
Feel the way, your heart beats slower.
Smell the aroma, of dead flowers.
See the wave of black and red.
  While the people, mourn the dead.
   

  This is the end,
  of my friend,
 who I never said goodbye to.


I saw it coming,
I didn't stop it.
Am I terrible?
Or just unbearable?

     Life's not fair,
    a fucked up mess,
   a game of if we live or die.

 Head in my hands,
eyes wandering nowhere,
drowning in my own tears.

There was a single violin,
before his coffin, was lowered down.
It played a sweet melody,
one that I had not heard before.

Seeing his lifeless body,
I whisper to his soul.

    "This is not the end. 
    Because even as you wait for death,
   your wiser than I am.
   You are my best friend,
    and maybe even more.
                  Goodbye."

Tears escaped me.

Author's Note

goodbye.

Reviews

[the well dressed hobo]

this is a great piece of gloom and doom.a great work.so now see if you can change
the subject matter and come out of the dark for awhile and see what happens.

[♪GetUse2MyMelodie..]

Wow its .....incredibly sad =(

[Bella-Marie]

Oh lordy. This was an equisite poem. A sort of farewell poem. Your author's note scares me a bit, too. Overall, I couldn't find anything wrong with it.
TIP: Do not listen to Abba while reading this!!! I had to turn the music off.