Traci

By Malcholm Dark

  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.


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Copyright 2010 Malcholm Dark
Published on Wednesday, January 27, 2010.     Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"
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  • A poet of madness On Thursday, December 22, 2011, A poet of madness (128)By person wrote:

    worth the poem of the day. this helped put some of my demons to rest

  • A former member wrote: This is so beautiful, it's so emotional!

  • lupus tenebrae On Saturday, July 3, 2010, lupus tenebrae (1017)By person wrote:

    Man I could barely hold the tears back, I'm sure she would have loved to read this, this reminds me how close I came to losing my friend one night, I was in hysterics to be sure, this made me stare in awe but I can expect that kind of experience from your work, that last line sealed the deal perfectly, well done. Scholar

  • A former member wrote: The brilliance and color which a girl like Tracy needed. I really love the fact you do not act concided. The way you write the way you describe. Words about the girl you love inside. The friend of time the tribute of Love. I wish I had a friend that watched proud from above. Malcholm, I know she is proud of you and probably thought you great. The poem that you wrote her made my mind soft and tender, and for the first time in 3 years a poem I have read made me cry...she's proud and I know it. From the tear stained keyboard, Clark, Zach, Scholar

  • Miztaken4beauty On Wednesday, April 28, 2010, Miztaken4beauty (203)By person wrote:

    Truly lovely tribute to someone who colored the sky in a dark poets world.

  • A Life Without You On Wednesday, April 7, 2010, A Life Without You (195)By person wrote:

    A very beautiful piece, I am sorry for your loss my friend, it is a choice most have never thought about - a choice most could never make... I dont know if we (friends/family) could ever really understand how great the pain/sorrow someone goes threw before making a choice as grave as this, if we could have only projected our love for them right into there soul, would they have seen how important they truly are to the ones around them.... its as if we are asways to late...

  • A former member wrote: Awesome tribute. Beautiful =)

  • punk mc cool On Friday, March 5, 2010, punk mc cool (79)By person wrote:

    this was amazing....the best ive read yet....thank you for sharing your feelings with us

  • DorothyValiga On Monday, February 22, 2010, DorothyValiga (12)By person wrote:

    What a beautiful tribute, what a stunning loss. Thank you for sharing Traci and may more trees bear such poetry from you.

  • T-Nothing On Sunday, February 21, 2010, T-Nothing (49)By person wrote:

    once again, a tragedy that leads to some beautiful venting. u did an excellent job in letting ur inner emotions flow into this. i really like the repetitiveness, but those last 9 lines, "wait for me" was quiet heart touching. "tree poem scribbling" is acceptable when in form of a tribute :P and what a tribute that was

  • A former member wrote: This is an outstanding tribute. You have done her memory an honor and I am sorry for your loss. Keep writing on.--Draven


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