R.I.P.

im at a loss,
completely and utterly helpless.
when a friend's friend dies,
and greif has its talons gripped tightly onto their heart.

what does one say?
what does one do?
what DOES one do....

do i play the soldier, born to stand?
"in this walking hell i am!"
over, and under,
letting grief into my skin?

allowing the darkness to drag me down,
to drown me,
and let me die with them?

or is there another path for me to find?

i'll pray, my soul,
i wont forget:
the lies, the betrayed, and the oppressed.
let their shadows follow me in my new found light!

stow the tears;
steel your face;
save your sorrow til the judgement day.

on your feet-
stand by me!!
and let his soul find his peace.