A smart young fellow admired by all
A gifted intellect and a heart of gold
A belief system so strong
Hopes and dreams that held his brawn
He stood an example for platonic love
People valued his selfless thoughts
His body and soul rooted in faith
Trusted God to every extent
A quirk of fate and he tumbles down
Hope dies by inches and breaks him along
Sick at heart, he hits the bottles
Gives up hope and ends the battles
Questions his existence and his strong beliefs
Loses conscience and blames his ethics
He shoots his mouth and goes weak
Lives in doldrums and dies in grief
For all that you do, I have nothing to say
But Look to your right, you will find me there
A rising star I see in your eyes
Reach for the skies and fight to the finish
P.S - This poem was the first one i ever wrote, a dedication to a friend and a treasured memory. Do not search for the comments section- disabled ;)
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