After being yelled at,
And left by three of you...

To see the children,
Even when they are but 7 years younger...

They say that people help you along the way,
but when they leave...

Nobody
It's all lies...

To start off the new tradition of crap tuesday,
You must wake up so late...

This is another part of my trail poems, id...
Sometimes...

Eyes always suspended in ever-ready tears
Gut carved away and empty from anxiety...

My final breath is approaching,
How do I know...

The fire of the sun
Burns across the valley...

The void of my presence,
I have served my sentence...

I just left them all.
And now I face the return...

Did it ever happen
Or was it all in my mind...