By Victoria Phillips
Time has turned the world around.
Darkness has seeped right into me,
From the blood red ground.
Tears run from my muddy face,
Because ive lost my can of mace.
These times all retracted,
My words all that have been wrote, connected.
Horrors like the silent train,
Or of the rotted body and brain.
All of which serve their purpose.
To relinquish the things of old,
Knowing not of whats to come,
Only of what has passed.
Pain and sorrow and even,
Even, my own death.
A loss of heart and those who love,
And will always be loved.
The never-ending dark and,
The finding of a home,
Only to lose and find it again.
Forever missing my empty heart.
The loss of one so close,
That the one who knew all is gone,
Maybe not forever but it seems as if so.