A diary, just some thoughts, perhaps a rant. Whatever happens, happens.
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Staring at a Departed Friend
Wicked corpse, Abomination! How dare you gaze with your eye Without the soul I so cherish? I could touch your fishy flesh But honest contact is stolen. I nod to your spirit’s rest-bliss But I will not, cannot forget The oppression this world gains At your absence.