Loss Poem by Nick Greyfox

There once were times
That ive enjoyed
No more there are.

Gone, like the kids of Hameln did,
Abandoning their love.
The Pied Piper-drunken driver
Woke up with broken hands-
No memory remained of yesterday s events.
He takes his pills
He eats his meals
Unrealizing for a while, that just next to his door there lyes the body with no soul, of his beloved wife-in law.
And her s.

So after that I lost my will, desires and complaints.
No Master-junky could have helped,
With all his stuff for sale.

More love? Again? How can it be?
Love is aweary without sex
And its the same with it.

In Alamut s walls i find myself,
Unreachable for any feel,
But wait! There is one thing I feel
I feel Im dying, yet within.