A Shell of a Poet

I am the shell of a POET, who's Soul now lives in Eternity He left me with his past: his sorrows and agonizing Memories I am ,but a dead man living in the shell of his conscience Striving to be the light on a Starless Moonless, stroll to loneliness Where the painful cries of silence, explode through-out my brain Where the blinding shadows, web the skies, and life is "Forever Midnight There is no Dawn, no Sunrise, no Sunsets, in the ebony sea of despair To be Continued; It took me 2 weeks to write this. it will take me a week to Write part 2. I will try to write 2-3 comments a week, unless Phillip is here. I wait at the Gate of Heaven to meet YOU. ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...HG