25 October 2014

came back for me

a dream, you're not alive
I saw the body, your dead
watched as they put you in the ground
heavy sorrow in my head
no way you could survive

you stare, not a word said
looking lost since you arrived
blank expression, silent, no sound
a slight sparkle in your eye
quickly burned and then fled

logic doesn’t apply
digesting small bits instead
hard to take in, it's so profound
your skin so white and hair red
not once were you unkind

one silent tear is shed
the ocean reflects the sky
I'm tortured for letting you drown
only fair that I should die
guilt like a poison spread

Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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