I can't even recall a memory
Of when I was with you
With my mind so empty
What should I do
I'm just searching for a clue
Of when I had a life
I'm searching in this endless blue
If only for a sign of strife
How could I forget
All the things that have happened to me
My life was set
But in that world I can't see
So I'm searching for a sign
A sign I had lived
If only one line
But my memory shakes its head
I have forgotten
What I have lived for
Why have I striven
When I forget what to search for
YOU ARE READING
The Death Poems: Collection 3
PoesíaMy third collection of poems about death, sin, leaving, unhappiness, etc. I hope everyone likes these as much as the other two collections.
