Caskets In The Rain

Little Bruh,

I can't believe it's been 2 years since you departed life,
I once heard long ago that death is just a part of life,
but dying like you did leaves all perspective in a hole,
it's eaten at me constant; chewing sections of my soul.

I find I think of happy times to measure some relief,
and plus converse with God; I find some pleasure in belief,
that you are someplace better off and absent from the pain,
of life where I sit visualizing caskets in the rain.

I don't know if the hurt I feel is ever gon' subside,
you never think that folks so close are ever gonna die,
2 years have come and gone with speed that's something like The Flash,
but time's stood still for real for some of us; it's kind of sad.

To cope with tragedy I see I'm laughing through the pain,
of knowing that I'll never sit and laugh with you again,
your memory will shine bright like a beacon; that's the thang,
the same with all October 5ths and caskets in the rain.

Rest In Paradise little bruh.
12/29/79 - 10/5/13

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