Its sick
remedy
of a poem
deathly wished
of no kiss
in the end

Floating,
through madness,
A mirror cracks,
becomes sadness,
frozen snow flakes

I know she is alive,
inside of guilt,
and I scream
so hesitantly,
a wall I built
To linger my drive.

A book never read,
unlike freshly baked
oven cooked bread
upon a silent's wake.....
pages looked upon,
by a gentle lake.......
man created.

What's left,
memories,
frozen to the spot,
until forgotten.....
And all destroyed
Is pride and me.