As this frame shakes and quakes
Under the strain of its own making
I search the sky, I search your eyes.
For some glimmer of what was lost may be found.
Alas, tis not for the making or breaking of this man to decide.
The colors fade from my dreams
As the demons creep in
Stealing piece of my soul
bits
I’ve left behind for all to find
Like
Bread crumbs for the birds
Ravens and crows to pick my bones clean.
I worry……
and wait for these things to pass
Like the remaining days of this
life.
Pain drips from every pore
Like the tears of a child left
alone
For to long, calling to nothing
Won’t you please…… Ease this pain in my brain in the rain…..
Gone, lost and left…
Benjamin
2013



























