Gone from this life but not from my thoughts.A Poem by Chirinos20This is the life that my uncle lived. It is sad how his life was taken away. I hope he is in heaven.......When I was a child, I had a best friend. He told me lots of stories and my uncle he was. he spoke in a Mexican accent and had never visited that country before. Wise in his own way, knew life better than most. He spoke of a story. Of man who wanted to carry a lighter cross. This cross was his troubles. He was given a chance to exchange his cross to a lighter one. The man set his cross down and weighed every single one of the others. None of them were as light as his. He picked his cross up again and walked away amazed. My uncle found love. From that love he then created kids. Problems soon arose. His heart was torn to shreds. Discipline was always by his side. He was sober every Monday morning and every Friday night would begin to drink nonstop. He didn’t stop until Sunday night arrived. Was sober Monday morning to begin work once again. He drank his pains away every weekend until the end. Week after week this was his life. He was an alcoholic but one with knowledge and pride. He lived a very happy life. A plain life he lived but at the end a good life. He would always surprise us with a present. A candy or anything he could provide. He was always there when we needed him. He loved his life and loved us. I clenched my claws and snarl bared my fangs. For, I had never felt so much pain in my life. As when, he was gone from this life. His nephew took his life away with a knife. The reason, for his nephew’s doings are unknown to me to this day. I hope you are in heaven, a place for your rest. I hope your nephew pays with pain. For the sin that he made, I will
never forgive or © 2010 Chirinos20Author's Note
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Added on January 5, 2010Last Updated on January 19, 2010 AuthorChirinos20Tegucigalpa, Francisco Morazan, HondurasAboutHello, I am a new writer. It is my pleasure to read and to write. I look forward to expressing my thoughts through this site. My writing might change. In change I find true art. Art is what I'm lookin.. more..Writing
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