It's the end of the week, <br />my shadow is gone again. <br />Now nothing is beside me, <br />and thats always how it's been. <br /> <br />My reflection isn't showing, ? <br />my vital signs are flat. <br />No light in this room before me, <br />I'm just wondering where I'm at. <br /> <br />The life has been taken, <br />the mute boy lost his sound. <br />Once again I waken, <br />floating above the ground. <br /> <br />Nothing seemed right before this, <br />but I gues it's out to be. <br />The life of my redemtion, <br />and reflection I still can't see.<br /><br />Ryan Nigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/end-of-the-week/
