Uncle Allen

struggle in vain
extinguish the pain
no mercy, so weary
fog of darkness so eerie
bitter tears, weep thy soul away
if truth becomes lie taking anger to pray
when sadness does not help, nor begging make it change
would it be a lie to say this agony is something strange
hero flown away, laid to rest his weary head
struggles no more, yet breaks no more bread
took it death to show how much for granted he was taken
not by me, really truly, did he know he was never forsaken
and yet life goes on all around, forever storming
pain and rage for me, the entire world should be mourning
beautiful, he was beautiful, as no man ever was
gentle soul, loving arms, does death know what it does
know this, you, i, all, there was never one as close to a saint
he who suffered, who toiled, who sinned, and was as honorable as he was faint
stronger than weak, his frailty did not taint him, and love itself cries
on a pedestal i placed him, never did he fall from grace in my eyes
death does not change this, my hero, my heart
i feel him residing in peace inside me, i shall never let this depart
C.M.Cubilla

Note: This is for my uncle who recently died.