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
Squeezed 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