For Five Friends

A fifth friend has passed away this April month. As I try to wrap my head around the  loss I feel, I penned this to express my sorrow. It’s the best I can do at the moment…

Did he rest too long?
If so, death took him
By surprise, entering
As he closed his eyes.
Even the gate guard
Must find his sleep.
But this is an excuse.
Punishment is pain
Of the broken heart.
Now open, the abyss
Is all that he now sees.
The void deep, dark.
Soon he will topple in.
God, help me as I fall.