(2006) Words Of A Saddened Conciousness Poem by Deana Rode

I miss you.

Such a simple phrase and yet so profound
that at times it strangles me while I dream
about times gone by, of joy now lost
and the face that meant the world to me

Days sweep past me like the wind
teasing me as it goes along through my soul
reminding me of what I did, what I said
and how because of it you went away

I've lived on the shores of sanity for so long now
while at the same time felt the waters of madness
That I can't even remember what it was like to be normal
to be safe from destruction
to be free...

Could you ever forgive me for the sins I committed
for the day I confessed I cared too much?
Is there any way you can accept me into your world again
so that I won't meet the blackened end that waits for me?

Tell me I'm worth caring about
that this crippling sadness isn't my fate
Please convince me that this was just a nightmare
and that the truth is you never really left...

I miss you.

Such a simple phrase and yet so poisonously toxic
that my tears can't stop falling
and I can't stop thinking
about the one who I treasured above all others
that now is nothing more than a memory.