I can't always write about you
but here lately your eyes dance...
I write of grievance to the Reaper's will;
Who'll take me nether, just tho' it will be...
I’m ok with the pain.
It’s a dark place...
Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...
I am walking along the beach
cold foam is hitting my feet...
Running my fingers across the stone the carved...
Loved By All But Died Alone...
Serene Face
Eyes stare blankly...
I succumb to the overwhelming shutdown
and my mind begins to slow as I realize...
I spotted silvery, spikes
along a very large wall...
She stands with many others
On the canyon of empty loneliness...
All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...
Why does it always seem that my life is a long...
With each occasional stops, sightseeing memories...