Whispered secrets scream and shout
But never were their words to me.
The void consumes insatiable souls
Though I'm not there; I'm obsolete
Unused, Forgotten, Unwanted
To give a life is to take away death,
For he has feeling to.
To each, Here and There, a lesson's learned,
but mine have passed on through,
Dark, Silent, Betrayed
I was given three gifts just for me.
Life was here and took a stroll.
He found me distant from a home
I know have heart, mind, and soul.
Forgiven, Remembered, Thankful.
And to the sky I'll go.
Gabe Florsheim
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-requiem/
