They say its better to Know
then not but,
how could He have known
what it would cost.
who would be left behind
plunged into the unknown;

Stepping on the edge
of his life, but what if he
knew-
He could do better
after all, he Matters
Yet his Heart’s
buried in mold.
his mind clogged
with choices,

too hard to make,
too out of his control.

Knowledge is powerful;
poison that slows the soul
he should know that ledge
is not the end of his age
still he dangles his feet out
like a man exiting his cage.

We sit below, looking up
because we think we know
yet unknowingly so,
his act resonates
reasons to hate
him because he knowingly goes

And what-
do all of Us really know.

~Remembering you for the life that you had & for all that you had known.

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