Thursday, 7/7/2011, my wife’s cousin’s wife came home from work to find fumes seeping from under the garage door.
He was 50.
A Man With A Plan
he was kind
loved without alloy
he was his wife's best friend
devoted in his darkness
so hard to see the sense
in this final strength
he showed
unwilling anymore
to be life's marionette
tethered to its
will and whim
an opaque night
settled in his soul
a cloying pall
swallowed him whole
no kindly words
or love so strong
to penetrate
this darkest dread
endless fear and drear
gray - gray - more gray
no silver lining seen
no end in view
so, frustrated
he orchestrated
an end of his own
breathing deep
soul sleep
his turmoil past - at last
he stopped running
but the engine
ran on











Comments: 16
I have see this loss and I think the situation is what makes the sound in the tides as they wash in their constant sadness.
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You've created a vivid memorial.
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A sad day.
Beautiful work my friend. These circumstances have touched my life a time or two. I never understood the why of it. My Twenty year old cousin's last words as they carried him to the waiting ambulance were, "Mommy, I don't want to die."
I wonder if he's said "Oh, Shit!" yet...
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