[pops] Poem by Empath In flames

I can still hear your voice,
As I close my eyes..
your image carries me to slumber.

I miss you Pop…

I wish you could have seen how I grew up.
As a man, you were… I hope to be.
A symbol of strength,
As an eagle conducts your pride.
You strike my heart free.

But I can’t help to think of,
Your pale face as the infection spread.
You were too cold to embrace.
To distant for me to reach…
You taught me these facts of music.
An emotional release,
From the pain that compels this world
To live…
I alone,
it gives….

You see I drink too,
It’s almost become my addiction.

Though right now…
In this point of time….
It’s the only thing I have left,
to remember you by.
I’m out of control.
My tears, They cry.

I sit at night,
In the beach,
Within the sand…
I hear nothing else but whispers,
As I focus…
You land.

I miss you so much,
But I’m not willing to die.
For this I am a better man.
And yes, My tears still cry.

~Empath~