Real Poem by Kerry Stacey

my life has changed.
i am no longer living.
without his memory, i am nothing.
i cannot find in my heart...anything.
i feel nothing.
no one hears me.
i no longer bleed.
they try to help and yet no one knows what it is i need.
i dont know what i need.
the pills i take eat the pain.
they take the picture of the man on the floor,
my family and friends screaming in pain.
when does this end?
when can i leave?
i dont feel anything.
but nobody wants me to.
i am a burden, a burden to be carried
up the mountain to get a glimpse of heaven.
is there really a god?
if there is, why does he make me go through this?
i still see the eyes,
the last look he gave me, before he was taken.
taken from this world and this household.
i fall apart everytime i walk passed his room.
i vision the car,
it crashed and burned,
for the boy was reckless and missed the turn.
i cannot take this.
this is real.
this is my life.




Kerry Stacey