Water can no longer quench your thirst, <br />Your hunger can no longer be fed. <br />People can no longer see you, <br />Your sleepiness can no longer be slept. <br /> <br />Conversation can no longer be made, <br />Your happiness can no longer be seen. <br />We can no longer be around you, <br />Your skin ever changing with ease. <br /> <br />No one can see your beautiful face, <br />As your body’s slowly losing life. <br />For now I can no longer see you, <br />Now the life you once had is gone. <br /> <br />Wishes and prayers are no longer made, <br />That rope has sealed the deal. <br />The dance with the devil is a dance you know, <br />You know if far to well. <br /> <br />The crimson red you never spilled, <br />There was no mess to clean. <br />But the mess in our hearts has left a wound, <br />A wound that can not heal. <br />A wound that will not bleed. <br />A wound that will no feel. <br />A wound we can not see. <br /> <br />The wound is there and it grows every day, <br />For the loss of you in this horrible way. <br />This has affected everyone you know, <br />In every way you can think. <br /> <br />Some have gone into depression, <br />Some have moved away. <br />For me it went from sadness to guilt, <br />But I see what I've really gotten. <br />I've gotten a new out look on life, <br />A new life with new meaning carried out each day. <br /> <br />I will take everything I loved about you, <br />and wished that I could be, <br />and turn it into reality <br />to try and make a better me<br /><br />sarah ritchie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-all-the-days-your-gone/
