426 white Detroit horses he had at his command
24 shots at a grey French goose
Life speed gave wings to his horses
300 feet he covered in his flight
30 feet up, flying fast above unforgiving land
22 years he's spent on this earth
2 months with 426 horses
1 phone conversation that fateful night
1 oak tree six feet thick
10 feet up, scarred with impact's worth
Joey was no thief on a cross
Just another kid with a car
I pray he saw angels
On mortality's indomitable shore
Perhaps a zero hour salvation
He didn't have time for anything more
My friend lived his life
Carpe diem, no less than but forever more
Forever young
His mother says he's proud of me
I don't know about that
But I think of him and give my chest a pat
Black ink near my heart
Forever written
Forever Young JMF
I really like this poem and how you used metaphors such as "horses." I think you're friend would appreciate this..
This "poem" has taken so many forms over the past three months I'm not sure it'll ever be acceptable to me. There's too much to talk about and I can't figure out how to get in all down. I'm glad you like it though.
I appreciate the honesty of your writing, and I think that is what people are going to notice and take away from it. I hope that you can continue being honest and find the right words by doing so.