POETRY – LOSS
Through the rain-splattered glass
I watch silhouettes dance in a distant window
With closed eyes I dream how things could be
I dream of how the beauty of life is so filling
With opened eyes I see the reality of what is
I extend my hand to lift her from the quicksand
Yet, she struggles and continues to sink
My eyes burn
My cheeks are dampened
As I drive away …
Empty handed
Memoirs of Madness 