Book of Blood
An Ode to Friends Lost
This is our book of blood
We wish it was written in love
We wish it was written in ink
But it’s written in lives lost
To the drink
They went
Lives missed
Lives well spent
Missed always
No longer do they roam our hallways
But they live on in our minds
And our hearts
From us
Never shall they part
Here with us always
Until we part this prison of mortality
To see our friends again
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And when we meet again, may it seem it's been but the single blink of an eye.
I absolutely loved the title of this surreal poem. It perfectly sets the stage for what's to come. Great work!
Eric, this was awesomely written!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕