I stumbled upon an old account,
Belonging to my uncle, it was a mount,
Of memories and thoughts,
That made my heart knot.
His words were raw and real,
As he wrote about his pain, and how he had feels
Of being drunk and sad,
His struggles driving him mad.
I couldn't believe what I read,
As I saw the pain in his words, it was fed
From a well of sorrow and despair,
That he kept hidden, with no one to share.
I wanted to reach out and help,
To take away his pain and yelp
But all I could do was read,
And feel his sadness and need.
I may never understand,
The demons he fought, and the pain he had fanned
But I know that I'll always remember,
My uncle's struggles, and his internal ember.
And though he is no longer here with me,
I'll always hold him close, in my memory
And I'll find comfort in knowing,
That his pain is finally gone, and he's at peace, he's glowing.