I Remember Over and Over, Unspeakable Pain

Potential destruction sits innocently on the ledge,

there for anyone to claim.

I can’t stop thinking about the boy who was killed,

my son’s best friend. I wake up and remember it is true.

I remember over and over and imagine the unspeakable pain,

his mother is going through.

Since I am a mother, I can’t help but imagine losing one of my own.

Life gets out of hand, and we sometimes don’t realize it until we are staring down the barrel of a gun.

We realize we are holding a live grenade,

not knowing what to do.

He was only 16.



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