29-5-16
his grief was too much...
It was a secret
Hidden well...
You are now lost to me!
And yet I am back to the grind...
With the shadows of my love
Breezing away with the wind...
There's a secret Forrest
Within my mind...
My last poem this will be.
No need for emotion no need to think...
To say you are missed
is an understatement...
The Days go by...
It seems like years...
I visited you today
Hadn't been there in a while...
Maybe it was because you were tired as hell
or the slippery roads that made your car impel...
It's hard to swallow, truth is.
It must be a defect...
Sitting in this chair of pain
The remote within my hand...