This was written by a dear friend of mine just a few days ago. He has like me suffered from many of the same things Robin Williams suffered from. I relate so much to everything in this poem and especially the part of that one true friend who stepped up to the plate for me! Enoy
Fallen
(ode to Robin Williams)
If a tree falls In the forest And no one hears it Will anyone care Or be there Or ask why it fell Speculate as to what might cause Such a tragedy Was it battered by storms Disturbed by everyday norms That seemed less daunting To those on the outside looking in Than they were to him What if it were nothing more Than loneliness that done him in A hollow feeling of emptiness Or chagrin, but then How could a tree Be lonely In a forest Surrounded by other trees Where life is open For all to see How could they not recognize His curious bend That his heart was broken And needed to mend But didn't know how Would they not notice The sap that he bleeds So callously, ignore the pleas Of this, such a magnificent tree Oh imagine what he could be Or might have been If he'd had a friend Who'd stuck by his side Till the end But it seemed He couldn't find any trees With hearts so porous It wasn't his fault He fell And no one could tell That he couldn't see the trees For the forest
©-Kris Porter-2015
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