19.06.03

I need to feel your fervour for indifference,
It was so mesmerising on those days
Where you never said a word,
No one knew any better,
And like drones, they still don't,
But I remember.

Many times I have tried to follow you,
To where you stood on the branch,
Nylon braising your neck,
But always I arrive in a rift
Between empathy and fear,
And no light burns here.

If I could light a match,
I would see your paintings on the walls,
Depicting the perfection
That you hoped for but showed to none,
Taunting us all as we know not
What we have done.

There you sit up high
In heaven's canopy -
Your youthful complexion preserved
In these three years passed.
And I beg of you just show me a sign -
Transcend this stormy scene.

Just then mortality reveals herself,
Through the pain in my heart
And these thoughts become too much
For one young man to bear,
The rain burns my skin,
And lashings of it hide my tears.

My conscience cringes,
As I grapple with the guilt
Of a thousand people unaware
That it was they who did this to you
Me, unaware
Of where I fit in to your demise.

Give me the sun,
Show me the light,
Clear me of my sentance of uncertainty,
Help me make sence of your death.
I listen,
Nothing but the rain. Again.