All she is now memory
Her pictures stowed and saved
My mind's the vault but where's the key?
The sensors that surround her grave
Unlocked by tune
Or smell
Or taste
Her pictures suddenly replaced
By fear and dread and sickened grief
But quickly now I find relief
Distraction is nessecity
This fiction that is stressing me
Must be ignored
Must be forgot
The answer clear - but clearly not
As filled with such complexity
Grim thoughts but very relevant & true my Dear Friend from afar
Grim thoughts but very relevant & true my Dear Friend Daniel from afar. During Christmas of 2010 I visited an old graveyard & was quite intrigued by the touching epitaphs and the beautifully crafted tombstones.It is "The South Park Street Cemetry"Here lies she forlorn and alone beneath a tablet of stone.......
©bishu
Thanks so much and you're
Thanks so much and you're awesome! One of my fav's :D