Gone. You are gone.
I see your bones.
I know they were you.
I pick them up. Feel them.
Remembering. I am aching.
It takes the weight of the world
...to pull me away.
You are gone and I miss you.


My time is too late.
The beginning of the end has rusted.
My peace is her whisper to me.
Through the scream it's hard to hear.
Five senses, all muddied.
The sixth, weak.

My eternal prayer.
Caught in cold stares.
I'm deprograming.

I wrote this poem a long time ago. Just thought I'd see what people think of it.