In Remembrance

This book, started out as a way for the Young Author to immortalize four friends he had lost to suicide and quickly turned into a personal mission for him to not only remember his friends but to raise awareness of the dangers of suicide. The best description for this book would come from the poem; of which the title received its name.In Remembrance I lost my friends at shadow's end,So I went searching around the bends.Finally I found a picket fence,Nice and old and white and bold, all...
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This book, started out as a way for the Young Author to immortalize four friends he had lost to suicide and quickly turned into a personal mission for him to not only remember his friends but to raise awareness of the dangers of suicide. The best description for this book would come from the poem; of which the title received its name.In Remembrance I lost my friends at shadow's end,So I went searching around the bends.Finally I found a picket fence,Nice and old and white and bold, all since hence.I followed the fence to a little pond,A day I spent dreaming of them and memories I'm Fond.I sat by the pond, a while there I toiled,Loitering there, I lay by the water until it boiled.They are Lost, where are they?I search and search to putting mind at bay.I see them only one place safe,Memories and dreams where no truth can chafe.I see my friends there, hence The title and name; in remembrance.I lost my friends to life's trauma.So I went searching through a song; La, La, La.Finally I found an old dirt path,Nice and worn less the wraith.I followed along to a cheery old meadow,Like their faces the flowers, they glowed.So there in joy, where I could toy; I sat.All day I sat, still no knowing where my friends were at.They are Lost, where are they?I search and search to putting mind at bay.I see them only one place safe,Memories and dreams where no truth can chafe.I see my friends there, hence The title and name; in remembrance.I lost my friends to nothing I knew,So I went searching to find where they flew.Finally I found nothing, no trace.Ice and cold, no heat, no warmth; no physical face.I followed nothing to grief's lonely hallow. There alone, I found myself hone to wallow.I sat in my hallow, waiting for friends.I wait for nothing, they have met the end.They are Lost, where are they?I search and search to putting mind at bay.I see them only one place safe,Memories and dreams where no truth can chafe.I see my friends there, hence The title and name; in remembrance.They are lost and not coming home,I searched but now they're not here; it's known.Seen to me, only in a dream.Truth of past, the only place their seen.My friends seen nowhere hence,I call them now; in remembrance.