Dedicated to a friend

I had once attempted to force open the doors.I had once dreamt.I had once waded through deep mud in those trenches,hoping to find green and sunshine on the other side.
Some of us got waylaid ,some others went all the way -I hope to glory.
The path was strewn with loneliness,fears,dangers and risks.
To be fair, the journey had its moments too.
But today as I look back , and ask what came of it in the end ?The answer lies in a name.
My friend, who held a beacon in one hand ,and marched forward through all the hopelessness,his other hand gripped mine.He warned me, I dare not give up.
Suddenly I lost his hand.I stumbled ,groping for him in the dark.
The treacherous road sometimes got even the best among us.A black tunnel ahead had engulfed him.
I was scared.I had to find a way to get out of there,into the real world of meaningless lives and meaningless deaths.
Only, I know,One day soon, my friend will fight the darkness and emerge into the spotlight amidst cheering crowds.
I do not know if he will remember the hand that he had held and let slip away.
But my love for him is undying,his spirit continues to inspire me to jump back into the trench alone,once again .
I dare not give up .