Voices

Some think that he's gone but I know that he's still with me.
Turning in the pain that seem to last a year.
Most think that its fear that haunts me in my sleep.
Most of the time I pray that I can see your face.
Days going too slow for me to think about.
In more than so many ways did I love you.
The pain hides and wait for a time to come out.
Swifting back and forth above me.
Eyes burning too hot to see through.
Many think that I will survive through this.
Many think that I won't last through the night.
Healing thoughts make me laugh over and over.
Even if I can't breathe in your presence,
The time is right for you to come out.
Freezing through time and space.
Death overcomes my fear of seeing you.
The day will the gates open.
Will it end from here or never stop?
Life as we know it will never exist in the future.
And memories turn into pure hate for the people.

By Carnisha Burnell
Published: 12/7/2006
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