Micah

My heart breaks everyday as I stare at his grave.
Looking at this symbol of his life,
We just hug as I brush away the tears.
No one sees what’s under the grass,
No one listens to what he has to say.
People forget that he had feelings,
A strong will, and lots of love to give.
We’re together, alon e, through out this life.
I’ve tried to inturpet what’s being said.
You would take time out for a disabled, retarded,
Or old, but what about the dead?
Just listen to this child’s whisper.

For a friend, killed by a drunk driver.

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