poem #1

my heart hurts still,

for what has come to pass,

though it was so long ago,

i can still remember,

the extreme pain,

brought by each waiting blow.

my eyes still weep,

at the very thought,

of going back,

to the way things were.

with starving children,

beaten babies,

and cheater wives.

now the world is better,

and brighter,

always sunny, barely grey.

all because we aren't with you anymore.

even though it kills me,

i think back and say "this is what made me who i am today."