A Psalm To The Fallen

My eyes are bleeding my heart is losing wind

As thoughts turn to the ones left behind through the years

As the memories that were made cross my mind

And I think of all the times my oppression

Couldn't bring forth my tears

Franticly I gather relics of the fallen

Wishing someone told me about passing and tragedy

Is this the way humans act when they are in mourning

Never want to say goodbye to the memory

Here with my pleas I am ready to do anything

The tears that I have cried feel so much denied

Nothing that can make me smile the loss of everything

My wife my witness throughout the weight of my trial

On my bruised knees I confront a time of suffering

The years that lie behind me seem so empty and fragile

The one thing that can make me stand on my two feet again

Is my own forgiveness without an ounce of denial

Inflict pain on myself to see

If I still have the ability

To hold caress and even care

I somehow belong to the emotional impaired

I walk with a new life that is holding my hand

Across the last resting place of past entities

Touching the relics placed by remaining families

My tears finally start to flow I feel complete and at ease

Is this the way humans act when they are in mourning

Never want to say goodbye to my memory

To my memory