Despite my fight back emotionally
The past throws spears
And
My heart bleeds profusely from
A perfect hit

I feel at times I have lost all
I am simply braving it
Trying to cope with a train wreck
As the tracks to my destination are gone

Children and grand children rule my thoughts
Their existence helps me cope
But the real truth is buried
I am away in spirit and belief
Possibly dead

I feel the emotional wreckage rise
And
The heartache kills me
Pretenders are all around
Life is so unsound it seems

Think I will spend my thoughts now
Just dreaming
Taking myself back to a nice view of life

Yesterday

When death was so far away