Standing On the Corner

I stand on the corner and contemplate,
The floor adorned in a sea of red,
Thinking of how easily myself instead
Could have succumbed to such a fate.

Rose pedals and blood laden the asphalt,
Remnants of a man strewn across a car
A man destined to soar amongst the stars,
Too weak to stand the brutal assault.

He was my friend when we were younger,
When we lived carefree and life was simple,
And our only worries were our latest pimple,
But alas, times like these are no longer.

My heart stayed young while his grew colder,
His pursuits became economically driven,
Innocence and simple pleasures, he had given,
For money obsessed him as he grew older.

I'd see him by the park once in a while,
Running past the gardens we once tended,
Promises to be friends forever, now ended,
As he no longer extends but the briefest smiles.

While I would stop to learn nature's powers,
He'd rush by its beauty without a glance,
Too busy to notice its seasonal dance,
Or the warmth contained within each flower.

The man had everything, yet nothing at all,
A life void of love or true meaning,
Numbed by an inability for feeling,
And so predestined an eminent fall.

That day he stared at me with such remorse,
Before stepping, consciously, upon the street,
His last effort to end a life incomplete,
And body as soul, was crushed by unnatural force.

It could have been me that had thrown it away,
To escape the cancerous sadness that on me had grown,
To escape from a dream, a life, not my own,
To escape the numbness that plagued my earthly stay

And so I stand on the corner and contemplate,
The floor adorned in a sea of red,
Thinking of how easily myself instead
Could have succumbed to such a fate.

I actually don't like this poem but I don't have anything else and its been a while since my last post.