Ghosts move along hallways of the hospital
trapped souls with no place to go
Her body so much like a skeleton - a living spector
Once so grand now a fallen soul
the pipes made from light bulbs and ink pens
strewn about
death comes easy to those who wish for it
secretly
An abandon of all that once was
You are no longer brave
the tears come fast
like watching a car accident
before your very eyes
You cannot stop it
You cannot but see the chubby happy girl
that used to stare at you
sitting in the bed
talking about boys and funny things
Now you have lost your sanity
I have no choice but to mourn you
and get on with my life
what is left of it
So you say I'm crazy
for loving you with all of your actions
this flooded road
dirt up to my knees
The leaves are dead
I can feel a chill
a black bird telling me to move on
I have cried my last tear for you
my sister
I have grieved your pain
for you this last time
Perhaps your friends are right
I am the wicked witch of the east..
But this witch knows no lies
No matter how cold dark and evil
you make her out to be.
I stole your son from you
I stole your son from you
but you held the knife
that cut the chord
a poem about some things I have been enduring while I have been on and off of this. Today I am the fox confessor.