A Poem about Dead Things I Love

Been vapour...this is all I can muster.

Of Dirt and Love

The greatest love to be known
exists as a sad memory laid to rest.
Reading out a list of sins
that shackle me here, forever bound.
As I run and pull my leash,
I'm struck back to reality.
No room for flights of fancy.
No arms to wrap and warmly keep.

Heavy hearts and heavy crowns
in grand supply when in your sheets.
Now these ghosts move slowly back
to fill the void and kill the sound
of all the songs sung in your name
in vain attempts to draw you back.
Return the peace and lay to rest
all these memories of pain.