Robbed

Please do not use, your own hand,

no one will ever understand.

Yet, we all do, how can we not?

To give up, always, a buried thought.


There are those, unconcerned--

or so they claim-- with how he burned

out on life, used his belt, sat in a chair...

Now, his laughter, is no longer there.


Most of us will forget, tomorrow

we will never know, his family's sorrow.

Life will continue, to cruelly go on,

whether or not, one is here, or gone.


We should all give life it's due reward,

and never lay on our own sword.


~Sabrina