For youA Poem by Jarrett
I wake up thrashing, fighting for my life
For emptiness is the template of my existence
I would... happily
I would die for you
These words are like a cancer- eating me from within
If I don't release, the torment begins
To strip me away, until nothing remains
But ashes and glass, the sickness of memory
And the fact that I would...
I would die for you.
© 2008 Jarrett
Added on November 19, 2008
Last Updated on November 19, 2008
AboutMy name is Jarrett, I'm a native american writer from Round Valley, an Indian Reservation in northern California. I like to write all sorts of fiction, mainly fantasy, as an escape- the bored m.. more..