Your Side of the Bed

quiet with no sound the feeling of my heart, being empty thoughts that drive me insane the side, that will never be caressed with her body imprints all I have left, is the memories, that keeps me awake memories that haunt me while I'm sleep the pain that stabs the heart bleeding bleeding from a wound, that will never be stitched the anguish of asking god why hurt and battered tears that stream constantly your side of the bed, was warm with hope and integrity now all I see, is the brisk image of death watching the life, I once had laughing at what he took what I feel? I feel the side of the bed, knowing I will never see the face of life just the memories that haunts my life'!!!