By Tagen

He is victim to nature's savagery.
Tears seeking wounds,
Malice, an epiphany.
His morning adorning his  unfroward scorn,
His smile, a fractured and beautiful form.

He had prayed for stars to fall -
To crash and die, to give and burn.
He had held his finger to the sky,
And cursed the day that he was born.

I know of his love, for she, he wept.
"I am broken, too broken for her," he said.
Kneeling in sand, writing her name,
For wind and water to take to their graves.

It was always us, the deck, and cigarettes.
Morning pills, and night-time meds.
And one day, finally, he spoke to me at last:
"Hey kid, don't grow up too fast."

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Copyright 2017 Tagen
Published on Wednesday, July 26, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

In Memorium for someone who passed away suddenly at a Group Home I was staying at.
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  • Jonas Robinson On Sunday, January 13, 2019, Jonas Robinson (939)By person wrote:

    Aw, what a nice ending.

  • dwells On Thursday, May 11, 2017, dwells (5701)By person wrote:

    A terrific and touching tribute Tagen. I think older people have the most to say before they lose their voice, or are silenced. Written well; with a knowing hand - cheers! - Dan

  • Tagen On Thursday, May 11, 2017, Tagen (133)By person wrote:

    Cheers! Thanks

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