Friday, February 4, 2011

Each day he slips away


Each day i watch the anger,
slowly consume his soul,
and decay his brain.

Each day his control slips,
he is going insane,
his eyes are darkened,
as eclipse blocks the sun.

Out the love of life,
depressed to wits end,
happiness fading away.

he is running,
far away from us,
he is needing,
A mirical touch.

3 comments:

  1. woe! see this is why I will never be as good as you.

    o btw the pic is me holding my cousin Eric (michelle's baby!)

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  2. you are good at poems. there are many qualities in yours that i wish were in mine. I know who the baby is.

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