Though it shames

Greatly pains

Pointless games

Hold the reigns

If he goes

So I fear

Creations will


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

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