The poem you are about to read tells of friend a of mine I was thinking about 
the other day.  She was a young person, a teenager with her own problems.  All 
teenagers have problems emotionally, but she took hers to a place that was
too dark and over-powering .  When I heard she had eaten a bullet, I was
devastated.  I could have followed her path easily but instead I chose to write
a kind of tribute instead.   Now I am not a tree poem scribbler so bare with me
here.  A few years ago when I wrote this there was a horrific rise in teenage
suicides and nobody had an answer.  The young lady was worth the tribute
and worth the time to read.  thanks.
                                                            
                                                                 --Malcholm Dark
                                                                    
                                                                      
                                               Traci

She bore the beauty of innocence, it fed upon my very soul
So full of life and young at heart, oh how I paid its toll.
Her song of love with eyes of blue bound me so ever tight
As desire fired such burning passions deep into the night.
A treasured gift from holy angels, this one that I love
Has left me in a pit of sorrow, left on wings of a dove.

--I love you more than...
all the clouds in blissful flight,
all the stars that fill the night,
all the grains that make the sand,
all the women who grace this land.
--I love you more than anything
then came the shadow of suicide.
--But Traci, more than anything
                    I wish you hadn't died.

The time we shared though short, seemed like years gone by
Our love was like the wild flowers and sunbeams in the sky.
Like the sky her life grew dark, plagued by fear and pain
Her fragile mind and young emotions retired from the sane.
A turbulent mix of her own thoughts drew the darkened breath
With trembled hands and my own gun she traded life for death.

--I love you more than...
all the clouds in blissful flight,
all the stars that fill the night,
all the grains that make the sand,
all the women who grace this land.
--I love you more than anything
then came the shadow of suicide.
--But Traci, more than anything
                    I wish you hadn't died.

This plague called love which does afflict me, oh forevermore
Has broken my heart, cut deep my soul to be healed nevermore.
Though time has aged me now, this love has tarnished none 
In my mind I'll keep her always as I wait for my end to come.
And on that day of my eternal journey as I cross that line
She will be there to claim me hers and I to claim her mine.

--I love you more than...
all the clouds in blissful flight,
all the stars that fill the night,
all the grains that make the sand,
all the women who grace this land.
--I love you more than anything
through the years that run and hide.
--But Traci, more than anything
...........wait for me on the other side.