PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Though it shames

Greatly pains

Pointless games

Hold the reigns



If he goes

So I fear

Creations will

Disappear



Fingers forget

Mind will slip

Months skip

I forfeit



Still won't convey

This dismay

His astray

My decay



Proven before

Proverbial war

Will always implore

That I write more



Times of past

He's not around

Yield results

My quiet sound



So it seems

My day-dreams

All the screams

Of his deems

Are my gleams







Inspired by: / Dedicated to: Chris Allen Bibbs

Created on: June 4, 2009 - 0300