Memories hang in the cold icy air
Like the darkest shards of hurt they remain
When all I feel is this now raging pain
Rekindling thoughts of times I just don’t care
Until my cold eyes see you lying there
In shrouds of death that left a crimson stain
The shadow of a lost love lost again
And all I can do is stand here and stare
©JG Farmer 2017
Form: Italian Octave
A Garret Poet 