A Walk With the Dead

Each twist and turn Every bend and curve I trample my way further and further Away from a place cursed with bitterness and pain Each place I secretly pass by Is given a tear-burdened blind eye Then I come upon a memory Yesterday's happiness, today's melancholy No matter which direction I take I am stopped by a hand of the dead I look up, down, backward, and forward The tears becoming impossible to still Breathing seems like such a burden The people we held so dear to us Have left, gone away Vanished with evident trace Of the lives they left behind I linger on hearing footsteps beside me Refusing to acknowledge the people who guide me I see the transparent outlines of my friends Their soft smiles and a tender yet strange mixture of joy and sadness within their eyes And yearn so deeply to take their hands No dream nor Nightmare could compare To the quiet, disturbing, raging despair The further away I am, the heavier my lids grow The more I try to deny it, ignore it, turn away from it My tears ever faster flow.. ----------------------------------- I wrote this poem in memory of 2 friends I lost in 2011.. One was a brother to me