You're gone, but you're right there
I can't see you or hear you
My soul and my spirit render a familiar touch
I've been robbed and a crime has taken place
Bring him back, he's mine not yours
I can't believe this happened
Right before my very eyes
A chunk of my being ripped from me
Left wounded and nervy I reach
Reaching for the captive of the unknown
My Gabe is locked up and I'm helpless
Incapable of freeing him
Unable to gaze his way
His presance compares to none
Gabe isn't here
Calming my nerves with immoral remedies
Laying down on my side
Swaying and playing with and in my mind
Itching an emotional scratch that can't be soothed
I put myself to sleep with no Gabe by my side
Good Night
11 years ago
2 thoughts:
I thought that having the word verification thing was supposed to prevent things like the comment above from happening.
Anyway, I don't know what's going on and I'm sure that's the way you want it, but take it from someone who has said a lot of, "I should of turned left instead of right," to himself, keep thinking about the direction you are heading to in life.
Life brings me so much. I can't begin to imagine why or why it happens to me. I can say that my pastor went through a great deal seen, let alone unseen, and he never complained. He went on smiling, problem solving and getting things done.
Was typing a post about this very thing, "the great philosophy", and I'm by hook or by crook going to try to abide by it. Stay tuned...
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