MY CONQUERED WARRIOR.

A multitude by your grave side,
Yet none was there through the rough tide,
No one was there through the tough ride,
They all stand by your grave,
Some say you were not brave,
Others say it was the crave of death that drew you,
They say suicide was your sin,
But none watched the depression make a scene out of you,
None,held your hand up to redemption,
Their lips utter condemnation,
Condemning your action,
I wish they saw how depression depressed you,
How it oppressed you,
How it pressed you down,
How it destroyed,
And how you fought each day,
How you held on to glimpse of hope ,
How you tried to smile,
I wish they heard your pain,
Saw it beneath your okay words,
I wish they were there to hug you tight,
Give you hope through the fight,
Gave you a hand out of the depression,
Out of the emptiness, the sorrow, the worry,
Then maybe, just maybe,
Maybe you’d be around,
You’d be here,
You still my warrior.

~ Nyakayu.