The world is full of havoc, everywhere is full of...
Do you recognize yourself
What you have become...
I remember out two-hour conversations,
About everything and nothing all at the same time...
They tell me.....
I'll be writing her final stanza soon...
Ideas of dying
have long been replaced, all while...
it's been 283 days
since I heard your voice...
"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...
She sprouted daffodils under the sun,
tiny hands adorned in dirt labeled...
Crimson red tears stain the floor
Slashes scattering the door...
Sometimes,
Trees close their eyes...
You're gone and it hurts more everyday,
Knowing I can't hear your voice anymore...
When this rotten world falls,
I’ll be there to watch and laugh...