The Cost Poem by Eli Unknown

in the belly of the churning beast
fruitful thoughts on which we feast
where to from here
the wind is due east
and this is getting further out of hand
and the control no longer holds
sifting through a seeded past
how long does this echo last
playing over and again in the back of my head
as if i could forget a word that you said
held in the highest regard
you left your mark
and for so many to see
i am no longer me
just an addition to
what is you
peeling back the layers
of mystery
my misery
clear to see
the stinch of losing me
inspired by the whispering eye
gave me wings to flyy
far enough away
to enjoy today
beginning to view
the pieces of you
separating from my soul
finding out i can once again be whole
and you will never know
that which was lost
i paid the cost
7/13/09
10: 13am