My student had moved on to the next
I don't know what to say
Much less what to feel
All emotion are mixed expressions
Like an ocean in commotions
Sadness is the beginning
Guilt is stinging
Now the last words I spoke with him
Wish I could change them
The haunting "What if...."
Hold a grip and me he rifts
The pain and anger not to G
The target will be me
Now the storm is beginning
My priority is to aid the ones crying
And pray that understanding
Is written in the ending
RIP - Joe
11/24/12