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for Rick (a dear friend lost too soon)
I.
Standing over an open casket
looking long into his lost eyes
wiping tears from mine. Troubled teen
dead and gone forever--thinking to myself
human beings are sad creatures
born to die. Head hung sullen
trying to remember a time
when innocence was still alive.
II.
It was a sweet sunny
Sunday morning. Four young men
crammed into a silver Camaro
bidding farewell to a friend
oblivious, not knowing then
dizzy heads rising up so high
that this was to be
the last goodbye.
(no one knew)
No one knew...
his mother had lost
a long and tiresome struggle
cold-blooded killer cancer.
No one knew...
his father was always away
most night and day
in pursuit of his next step.
No one knew...
he was only stoned to hide
violent explosion damnation
raging inferno inside.
No one knew...
the decision was already made
at six o'clock in the evening
of that very same Sunday
he was hanging in the wings
of an angel's arms
sorrow in his blue eyes
for he chose to die.
No one knew...
or we would have tried
to stop a senseless solution
just another teenage suicide.
III.
Virgin ghosts carry a casket
born too early -- dead too soon
dear friend. Somber procession follows
raindrops fall fast outside
in a stone-gray sky
tears swept away from swollen eyes
as innocence is laid to rest
amidst this last goodbye.
copyright 2004
Scott C.
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