When all that is left
Are pieces of me
Scattered across the vast expanse
Of the life I used to live
And only mere fingerprints
Are left as brief reminders
Of the lives I did once touch
Then that will be all that is needed
To keep my memory alive
And to all of you I never knew
C'est La vie

I tried to write a happy poem
But nothing came to mind
Then I tried to write
A happy song
But all the notes were wrong
I tried to smile
I tried to laugh
Accomplish a higher state of grace
But all I saw
Were tears of sorrow
streaming down my face.

Emptiness
The invisible force
That suffocates
Bringing forth
Relentless hate
Despite the hope
That once shone bright
Now there's nothing left
But the darkest night

She finally broke
As she slumped to the ground
Head hung low
With not a soul to be found

Years and years of work and toil
To keep what was hers
To nurture her home
Now nothing but glowing embers

No tears to be cried
No battles to be won
The moon has risen
A total eclipse of the sun

Why can I not stop the tears
When everything inside me
Feels like it's being ripped apart
Shrapnel of a broken promise
Leaves shards of infestation everywhere
I just wish...  I could stop the tears
I just wish I could stop feeling anything
Oh God rip out my heart and feed it to the dogs.

All the morbid sad poems
Are like little wicked gnomes
Gnawing at my ankles
Beckoning my downfall

Their little beady eyes
Glare hungrily at me
But who am I to stop them
When I can hardly flee

Maybe I should swing a left
Try a new approach
Kick the buggers in their teeth
And go out on a shopping spree