He never cried out
of pain.
Holding back tears as his father beat him.
Hoping for better days.
He cried out
of love.
Holding her hands for the last time.
Knowing she could no longer
save him.
His blackened eyes faded
into the night.
As he cried at the stars.
Holding on until he knew
he could give up.
Rest easy, my best friend
Joseph Thomas Rando
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Joe Black
PoesíaI consider this to be a collection of me. My life and emotions. Each poem/short holds heavy in my heart. All content is original and authentic. I'd love to hear your feedback and please encourage me! Lastly, I love you all. #9 in Poems
