Romance Poem: His pain…, by Brianna Barberi

From where did it stem? A soul full of love and passion but tormented by his demons. Demons that lingered and came with many faces. Even the shadows would look back at him with the faces of those who hurt him most. Reminding him that they were not going anywhere.

He wanted to give it up, but that want was never quite enough. Never filling him, always empty. Leaving just enough space for him to come back for more. A liquid poison that chose him. A river of demons swimming in his ocean of black. He accepted his fate and letting go seemed like the right choice.

Until…

When all was lost to him-leaving him in complete darkness. She finally arrived. Oh, and what she did for him, no other could. She was an expert in her craft-breathing life back into him. Slowly he began to see the world and its beauty in entirety again. Just as he began to live again, his life started to depart. A diagnosis so advanced-he was closest to the end he did not mind before her.

His father-feelings that kept him distant. Now, as close as a father can be, by his side. Like magnets they held each other in a beautiful embrace that could only be described as God. A love so pure, it takes away all fear. His father, absorbing all his sons’ fears so in his last moments all he felt was love. Love for her. Love for him. Love for himself. A bond mended and unbreakable.

His last moments…

With her and his father by his side-they cried, smiled, and came to peace knowing he was going to the better place we all strive to get to one day. As he looked into her eyes and repeated “I Love You,” he surrendered to the good Lord and went home.

The unconditional love he felt from his woman and his father, some people never get in an entire lifetime. Thank you to his loving father and amazing woman for giving my beautiful friend an abundance of love and peace.

His life was so much more than just pain and sadness. He was an amazing human being that helped so many people during his short stay on this earth.

Here is to the funny, talented, loving, awesome saucy man I was so incredibly lucky to have known and call friend.

RIP George

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