Disfigured memories from
Tatters of paper littered on mind
Too numb to hurt -
Not any more
No more to feel the absence of
What could have been present;
It never was.

Clouds gather into shapes
Made into pearls by same mind
Too numb to think -
But of fluffy wings
They must be yours
Those oval shapes must be your eyes
Keeping watch, keeping watch.

Word after word they'll read
What here my mind
Too numb to die
Livens with verse of pride;
Veins and blood of a valiant man
Come what may shall live to strive.
Rest assured, father.