Be wary of the thoughts you let roam inside your mind

They only serve to bring you old joy, love, and pain

For a time.

They allow you to be so lost, in a fruitful world long gone

Reminiscing at night, waking you at dawn.

And when you wake you find yourself alone, laid across your cold hard bed

And so the thought comes through your troubled mind, “am I simply better off dead?”

No.

You are not.

I urge you from my grave of which your tears have dried upon
To find the will to carry on.

For while my heart may not be beating any longer for you to listen close

I hope the words that I expressed to you during my final days will  let you know

That I loved you more than most.

So please, I ask once more from you from beyond my aging grave that misses you so

Be wary of the thoughts that roam inside your mind, and learn to


let them go.