Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

To my friend that passed away

I sometimes feel like a romantic poet

Wandering lost across the woods and olden towns

Crying over the dark waves of the river where you drowned

Begging god you were still here, joking around

And the clouds above, they seem to set the scene

There's no misery without rain, where my pain cannot be seen

And as my tears mix together with the water

I remember that you were somebody's daughter

How can I mourn you, if I still feel you around

How can I say my pain is worse, and say it clear, say it out loud?

When there are people that loved you without doubt?

When my own cowardice made you sick, and brought you down?

When my own shame buried you underground?

I walked to your grave this afternoon

It's covered in green moss, and the slab's broken too

And think that if you were here, you'd sure have liked it

After all, you were always fond of darkness

Oh, what a gothic tragedy

What a mixture of horror and fatality

On the path that leads to it, there's dead flowers, carcasses

Of the spiders that live under the bricks

On your chest, an iron crucifix.

Though you are dead.

I somehow still feel you here.