All Our Sons
First it was you then:
your mom's best friend
one week later
our best friend's
one month later
your best aunt's
one year later…
one week
one month
one year
domino effect...
Yes, first it was you now:
Your good friend
who struggled and fought
who will fight nevermore
who struggled and fought
the devil's demons of grief
and took his own life
savage irony...
All our sons
All are gone
Cannot judge
Cannot question
Cannot ask why
Why again…
In memory of Marshall D : 1980 -2013
10/8/2013
Form: Elegy
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
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