Whispers in the Wind

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I dedicate this poem to my king Benny… May you finally Rest In Peace.
One day you’re here, the next you’re gone
There's nothing I can say that makes the pain go away.
My whispers every night never reached you it seems
Now I only see you in my vivid dreams
Our lives both torn apart by addiction and crime
We've paid the ultimate price and ran out of time.
My whispers now carry your ashes up to heaven
While my heart’s left here to ache 24/7.
By the dawn of tomorrow
A new day breaks
A world you’re no longer in
I know you’re looking down on me
I hear your whispers in the wind.....
I dedicate this poem to my king Benny… May you finally Rest In Peace.
One day you’re here, the next you’re gone
There's nothing I can say that makes the pain go away.
My whispers every night never reached you it seems
Now I only see you in my vivid dreams
Our lives both torn apart by addiction and crime
We've paid the ultimate price and ran out of time.
My whispers now carry your ashes up to heaven
While my heart’s left here to ache 24/7.
By the dawn of tomorrow
A new day breaks
A world you’re no longer in
I know you’re looking down on me
I hear your whispers in the wind.....
There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.