In the last two days two men that were once friends in Lawrence have died. With a void of any information as to why and how they passed I’m left to assume that they went the way of far too many of my other young male friends from home. An overdose. An inebriated freak accident. Something that will never make the obituary. Something that will always weigh heavy on their loved ones chests. Something that didn’t have to be.
I wrote this yesterday. I add another tick today with a very heavy heart.
to watch the boys you call home
drop dead one-by-one
to lament a life that you haven’t
touched in ten years.
a life that could have been theirs.
There would have been
But there you are
blue, cold, dead.
Another tick on the
everyone you know will die.
I don’t know who to be mad at
The town that nurtured us
into fearless adventurers .
The same town that spoon feed it’s children
ruckus, party and drugs.
The town who forgot to teach
resilience, family and self-care.
Boy- you inherited your priorities
upside down and inside out.
Man- you are a vessel.
Not a party.