Brian Is Gone

A short poem about the death of my nephew.

Brian is gone, died, just like that.

 

Died in a car wreck.

 

Broke some young bones.

 

And bled slowly to death.

 

Asleep and cold now.

 

His tattoos, piercings, and blond buzzed hair fading away.

 

Brian is gone, died, just like that.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is true, wish it wasn't.

Reviews

[Charlotte Black]

Sorry to hear about your loss