It seemed unreal,
to stand at your gravestone...
This next poem was written 4 months later, sadly...
Take a deep breath...
Infectious cravings of a deep memory
prick the inside of my conscience...
Trijan Refrain...
I just ran away
From the orphanage my mother left me...
Topaz eyes with rusty glass shards.
Razorblade's kiss left a trail of dark scars...
Tidal waves of anguish
Tear at my bleeding heart...
addiction became
prison where cancer would free...
A million memories
Silver moonbeams illuminate a golden helmet...
I feel your loss
like two rivers...
you will never know
of pain until you unearth...
It was one of those beautiful
summer mornings...