C-L-S

The sorrow I know

Is like no other.

It is too deep

Too raw

Too real.

And as I stand here

Within its everlasting clutches

I find little bursts of hope.

And these little burst of light

falling...

 a good day

 fun and silly

 almost happy

 then the whispers

falling...

 I laugh and run

 with gay abandon

 chasing dreams

every second I think

this is the oldest I have ever been

this is the youngest I will ever be again

this second is gone                      this one too

I read your writing

I study your art

everyones

everyones

everyones.

I read things

and study the names at the bottom

wondering about the life.

Growing up isn't something you enjoy

Unless you're, like,

Five,

And the world is still golden,

And you can't see

The hourglass

And the grains of sand

Falling

Falling