My Guardian From The Skies

I don't know why I feel this way
So empty and alone
But all I do is sit and think
In solitude at home

No time for friends or parties
Or hangin at the mall
I just sit, and stare, and think
Blankly looking at my wall

There's times I sit and wonder
Why I just can't move on
But then I know from thought of him
It's plainly just 'cause he's gone

I look outside to a sky of hope
as I see a drop of rain
I shout and curse the Lord above
as I say his name in vain

"Why do you let this happen to me?"
I say while on my knees
"One more chance, please one more chance!"
I say my silent plea.

I get back up and walk over to
the door upon my wall
I know full well the Lord didn't hear
my last and final call

But, what if the Lord did hear me
and is looking for a way
to prove that he's in heaven now
and is awaiting my very stay?

I step outside and what do I feel?
The rain just pouring down.
The physical contender to the
emotions in which I drown.

I look back up to that sky so blue
as I see the storm pass by
I feel as if all worries are gone
I feel as if I could fly

Maybe after all the Lord did hear
my quiet and muffled cry
For now I know he's nice and safe
and protecting me in the sky.

~~This poem was dedicated to my good friend Andrew Bedwell. He was 16 years old when he took his own life in 2004. He was my friend throughout life. From diapers to teenagers. I miss him greatly, and he's thought of often.
I'll love you forever Andrew, you're never out of my thoughts. Rest In Peace. ~~