They say it gets easier
the more time goes on...

I feel the need to write,
To express feelings inside...

Although I never met you,
I saw you all the time...

If heaven had a postal service,
From earth to up above...

The sands of time,
They find us all...

A thousand bees are buzzing,
all around my head...

This is the last poem I wrote before I stopped...
The days of inspiration...

In my mind I see you
running all around...

Smouldering fields,
Raised Abodes...

Coming up close right outside your window,
the rest of the world is asleep...

This rage inside is fierce,
a fire at full height...

I've lost alot of weight now,
since you've been away...