'Ol Black

'Ol Black

A Poem by Jonny The Savage

This belt, I wear it with pride. I can still remember the day I bought it, teary eyed in a TJ Max; just trying to hold myself together. It was five days ago I saw you on the way home from the arcade with my brother. We talked about politics and you complained about your medication. I'm so fortunate to have seen you that day, I never would have believed it would be the last time I would ever hear your voice. The last time someone would believe in me. 

The first time I wore 'Ol Black was to your funeral, crying in the pew. I carried you in death as you carried me in youth. You were always there, and so proud. I'll admit, I lost myself for a bit when you died, got way over my head time and time again. What finally brought me out of it was the belt I bought for your funeral. Evert day I wear it, I feel like I'm bringing you with me and I walk with pride.

Your beloved grandson

© 2015 Jonny The Savage


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Jonny The Savage
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B
You have such an artistic touch
I have something i wear everyday
That i believe makes someone who passed away
Alive
On my chest
She will always be alive

Posted 8 Years Ago


B

8 Years Ago

i love star gazing
I wish i could do it
i only read about it
Jonny The Savage

8 Years Ago

You can do it, I believe in you!
B

8 Years Ago

yay
:)
i hope you are right lol

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Added on October 13, 2015
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Jonny The Savage
Jonny The Savage

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Aesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..

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