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He, a poem by ifyoucantfixit
ifyoucantfixit:
He
He was strong, a sight to behold.
He was honest, as a knight of old.
He was brave, and his legends were many.
He was bright, his talents uncanny.
He played many sports, and was good at them all.
His favorite one, was played in the fall.
He was surrogate father.
He found it no bother.
He gave of his love.
He found none above.
He searched and he searched, he found no relief.
He strived forever, but found no belief.
He is in the place where no pain can reach.
He no longer hears the psalms that they teach.
He bought a gun, kept it hidden away.
He used it one day.
i miss him...
injest:
Janice
Just beautiful and painful. Thank you
Lumière:
Here here.
Cheers Janice. :)
opinionista:
Wow Janice what a beautiful yet painful poem. Right to the core. I loved it.
Shakesthecoffecan:
I feel as if I know him now, I don't of course, but that is the feeling I am left with.
Bless his soul.
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