This poem is dedicated to the friends I have gained and lost. My friends
I hold deep within my heart, never to let their memory fade away. My
heart belongs to my friends and loved ones, may they live on forever
within my heart, those that are lost shall never be forgotten.

Restless nights, sleeping awake,
Tearless crying, I lay in bed.
Each night I wander, far from my body,
A broken soul, searching for that which cannot be found,
Seeking something, someone that is not there.
Sleeping awake, I find myself searching the stars,
Mind is running no where fast, a love that could be,
Gone before it could become a reality.
Lidless eyes, gazing at everything, yet nothing at all,
Watch for the day, for that special time, seeking it,
Yet only sailing further away.
That thought, the image of the one,
She, who has helped to inspire, yet has hurt so much.
The final act, the final scene,
It lies in wait, waiting for that day,
The last act, that which shattered the heart,
Broken the soul, the deed has been done,
Lost a friend has become.
Sleeping awake, I wander, showers of questions, raging upon a silent
mind,
Seeking and searching for an answer to that unanswerable question,
Why?
Why must a simple, yet mind-puzzling concept bring so much pain?
Why does my body sleep awake, searching for the answer?
Why, I find myself bending and twisting to this question,
Does love, no matter the form, friendship or lover, bring so much pain,
Yet drives us to struggle onward, fighting for this emotion,
An emotion easily felt by some, an emotion long searched for by others.
So simple we are, yet at the same time so complex,
We struggle and strive each day, living it to its fullest,
Only to reach the top and be pushed back down.
Life sucks, but we shrug it off and move on,
We move on because we must move on, we continue living,
Eating and breathing, sleeping and waking, its our way of life,
Yet as with all mortals, our way of life has desires, emotions,
And with each there is a love and a hurt.
When we find love, not only do we find it, but we find hurt,
Hurt at being not good enough for another,
Hurt at not being able to do the right thing all the time.
And we are struck down, but as always we get back up,
We move on to continue the fight, to struggle to achieve what we do not
have.
I struggle to reach the top, and with each achievement, I am struck
down,
I am thrown to the bottom by the hands of the gods themselves,
Each one beating me down, throwing me into the ground,
Only so as I may get back up, and work and force my way back up towards
the top.
Each has their own way of getting through, some use pain, others love,
And still more use friendship, some use nothing at all.
Friends of the Heart,
No heart, no friends,
Friends in our hearts,
And I hold my friends as close as I can,
The pain of each one lost, burns at my soul, hurting, beating,
With each new one gained, I fall in love with them,
Pulling them into my heart.
My friends are my heart, my friends help give me strength,
Friends of the Heart, No Heart, No Friends,
Friends In Our Hearts.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 429 AF.