As i embark upon the feat
Of creating my one hundreth poem...

Every night i wondered
Why you're never here...

His eyes reveal visions of guilt
Of which we are compelled to obey...

Head pressed to the tile
Kissing the aged grout...

Such a young life
That heaven has called...

When the world is failing to flourish
Ask yourself what you would do...

\\\"Dust in the wind\\\"
Never knew what that meant...

When the world is dying all around you
Ask yourself what would you do...

Tears slide
As i clutch my knees...

The person you see before you
Is not what she seems to be...

Each boule of her heart
Dripped down her cheeks...

Through the tears that now stream down
Turning the delicate lace of my saddened soul...