He was the light of our lives.
very popular in school.
handled things with grace and humor.
he had a wisdom that was intimidating.
he had the looks of a model and the personality
of a saturday night live character.
early that morning he left a party and drove
his plymouth to wooded area.
then he took a 12 gauge shotgun.
placed the barrel under his chin and
squeesed the trigger.
he wondered if he killed himself, who would care
then he broke down in tears.
he walked into a pawnshop nearby his home and
purchased the instrument of his death.
"he hated guns" one clue to darker state of mind.
beneath a shining grace, a secret anguish