The windows through which <br />I see the world <br />are misted, <br />Presumptions about the people <br />in this world <br />are shifted <br />as i hear of another self-taken death. <br />Maybe a part of him still lives on <br />as others preserve <br />and strive to send a message to the world.<br /><br />Kayla Jarnac<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/e-s-1-22-04/
