A mother holds her dying child in her mind,
heart and soul...
The entrails of cigarette smoke...
How it always reminds me of a serpents glow...
On a Monday morning September 17th, 2007 my life...
I looked down at her casket
And I remembered what she said to me...
With out you I am nothing the tears they flow...
I awake from my sleep to
see angels standing at the window...
If only I could have saved her.
If only I could have known her name...
as innocent lives
lay bleeding out on the ground...
From this dream I awake
Is it time for me to partake...
This isn't a poem.. just a sad day the other day..
R.I.P TOM PETTY...
The vacuum felt
when human to spirit you've turned...
Many words have been spoken,
Many tears have been shed...