A tragedy waiting to happen;
that's what had been said for years:
Witnessing the horrid sight
of a loved one plunging downhill
without brakes or a steering wheel.
Somehow you never found the armor
That would shield you from
the ups and downs of the world.
You never found the will
to keep the demons at bay.
(There is not enough love in the world
to rescue someone who will not be saved)
Tonight I'll light a candle for you
And hope you find your way at last.
This post is part of OctPoWriMo day 30, the challenge being write about the hard stuff. Click on the link to see what other poets created.