Loss of him
From the depths of my soul Come hunger for more love And thirst for more healing. For so long I have ached From a loneliness wound Though loving friends And abundant family surround. In the light of day In the black of night I work on dealing. For so long this wound Held prisoner my focus Though the ache not acute Nothing else could be found. Feared alone in my pain Life seemed to be my sentence For crimes I'd forgotten or never done. This drink of depression Though not my own vice Was the weapon Rage used to bring innocense down. As I've grown quite aware, A tension leaves the air When I realize I'm not alone anymore. For the wrath was brought down Making no waves for himself Because help made no sound. So I gather my memories up for now. As loss takes it's toll Away all the years go When I vow to keep only the good. These memories somehow Seem to hold more value now Than they did when they were new This great pretender leaves without a bow. I may have his blood And h