Poetry

If you are here in days to come,
Be sure to find the ones I loved.
Pass on the love that grew through years,
despite the cold persistent tears.
Recognition begins to fade,
Slicing memories like a blade.
Nights to come beneath the dirt,
should promise peace with no more hurt.
Eternal rest and solitude,
Unbearable pain has yet fallen through.
Dark confinement of ones own mind,
Being forced to dwell in till the end of time.
Appearance of beyond may be obscure,
but trials of this life will not endure.
All my days left could be just one,
So I hope I’m here in days to come.