GRIEF Poem: MY SWEET BOY, by Duane L Herrmann

Don’t go! Don’t go!
Pain of life was crushing.
Don’t go! Don’t go!
He took himself away.
We didn’t know.
We didn’t know.
Every second his body ached.
Every moment his heart ached.
He said few words
trying to “be a man,”
to attain the culture myth,
a fantasy for all.
Don’t go! Don’t go!
Locked himself in,
plastered brains
across the wall,
didn’t say, ‘Good bye,’
and left.

~ Duane L Herrmann

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