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...
