So looking back at this poem a few years later...
What most see as fate...

Once for them,
Twice for you...

Pain, suffering
This Hate I feel...

Ok I think this may be one of my worst poems, but...
Look at the pictures on the wall...

It enters,
Quicker then a thought...

My pain goes on,
So many years have past...

When I hold you in my arms,
So very close and tight...

The way I feel around her,
It's hard for me to breathe...

In pieces I'm broken
Big and Small...

Thoughts flicker, in and out
Making me wonder...

Here in an Hour Glass of Sand.
Left behind with nothing...

Your eyes are the window to your heart.
So broken, tattered and sore...