Icicles forming on the edge of the roof, <br />the damp wooden floor feels so cold on my feet. <br />The walls of this house, like the thoughts in my mind, <br />hold all the memories of what was our life. <br /> <br />I don’t understand why it ended this way. <br />The seasons have changed, yet I’m still so afraid. <br />Your body a host to a plague that had landed, <br />your fields were consumed till your body I planted. <br /> <br />Damn it I’m angry, all our dreams unfulfilled. <br />I’m told over time the pain it will heal. <br />Lesson it might with the passage of time, <br />but some wounds don’t heal, just a sad <br />fact of life. <br /> <br />Go on as I must through this life now with out you. <br />It feels so surreal like a fog that I walk through. <br />Your memory now serves as the arms that once held me. <br />I take comfort knowing you’re spirit surrounds me.<br /><br />Alexander Beebe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-wounds-don-t-heal/
