As I remember that fateful morning. <br />Of the death of a man I'd been lifelong adoring. <br />I got the news shortly after midnight. <br />And just knew it couldn't be right. <br /> <br />No way The Rev had died, <br />But my fears I knew could never hide. <br />Panic consumed me with suicide in mind. <br />A reason to live I was hoping to find. <br /> <br />The night drags on as the pain becomes real. <br />No words describing just how I feel. <br />How could this happen to him? <br />How could this life become so dim? <br /> <br />Days passed without relief. <br />Funeral arrives with so much grief. <br />A life cut short with no reason why. <br />Only thousands of fans left to cry. <br /> <br />Eventually I learn to cope with the pain. <br />Though still feeling like a dog in the rain. <br />With no warm shelter with you gone. <br />Nothing feels right, just so wrong.<br /><br />Justin Hendricks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/r-i-p-jimmy-the-rev-sullivan/
