Poem of Grief

Loyal
Written Sept 2007

When a child is growing up, there is alot they dont have any control of.

Any pain and suffering that they endure, eventually is what they become made of.

In some cases people can be weak, they give up and lose sight, they forget about direction, and the most important values in life.

William contrary to this, stood focused and decided to fight back.

No matter what obstacles came into his life, he chose to stay on track.

People who knew William couldnt help but to want to get closer to him, because he had such a BeaUtifuL heart.

 He was loving, loyal, courageous, funny and so smart.

The love he had for his friends and family was SO intense!

He would give anything rather than see them go through any pain.

His friends and family were always the reason; the reason for his beiNg, his strength and his vain.

I myself love William and look up to him so much.

He was my guiedance, my friend, and my hero.

I never took for granted a moment that I spent with him because the advice he gave was always so right.

Then the day came that the our good Lord decided, that it was time to give him his gift; the gift of eternal life.

William is in a beautiful place right now looking down at all of us.

He is full of joy, happiness, and excitement, EAGER just to say what awaits all of us.

For now we must be strong for him and live our lives appreciatively with what yet remains.

He awaits us, and he is smiling down knowing that we will all be with him again.
I grievously convince myself that everything is going to be ok.

I am sure of this, only because I have his vigorous blood running through my veins.

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Poem of Sorrow

The Path of Wrath

written 2006

When does it end? This path I call wrath, for it is a journey filled with pain, anquish and sorrow.

I sometimes ask myself, "is life worth living?, Should I just end my tomorrow?"

As I walk this path I call wrath, I seem to see so many rivers of tears, and wonder if they will ever

 disappear through the years.

Every year that passes me by, as I walk a new valley, I see black roses that seem to shrivel into ashes as I pass them by.

There is constantly darkness that surrounds me, and I ask myself "why?"

Why does my soul continue to hurt and to cry?

As I walk this path I call wrath, these rivers of tears seem to be the most dreadful of all,

for these rivers are the only, that can truly make fall!

Every breath that I take is a second closer to loss, I then think "when again will this dreadful river of tears need to be crossed?"

I dread them so dear, for they have filled my heart soley with emptiness, blackness, and fear.

They have damaged my soul, and competence to withhold any happiness, and only to draw tears.

I have lost the ability to trust, and any happiness I seem to establish only turns into to dust.

When does it end? This path I call wrath? A journey that continues to make me dread what withholds me tomorrow.

God willing, with all the faith I can possibly borrow, maybe one day my heart will no longer be hollow.