Friday, January 21, 2011

Visiting Day

you had to come and see
didn't you?
this picture of me that
cannot tell the story
my eyes are instructed to hide
this is my isolation
this is my demise
this is my final journey
into the heart of an eternal winter
that is determined to bury me
under an avalanche of confusion

i am dead
at

1 comment:

  1. Aj StrongJanuary 28, 2011 at 9:46 AM

    Written in 2006.
    This is a very personal piece for my and is the only way I could express my feelings for the suffering my wife was enduring.
    We miss you Jesse.

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