Six months have passed,
the pain remains.
Instead of easing,
it drive me insane.
The pain remains,
it rips through my soul.
Nothings the same,
nothing can be undone.
Instead of easing,
the curse grows strong.
Anger is born before long.
Now it is all I see.
It drives me insane,
my rage grows fierce.
There is no hope,
and there is no saving.
-S.Jackson
Dedicated to Liz Phhillips who died June 25 and I wrote this on Christmas-her 6 month anniversary to her death. Now, almost 8 months gone and the poems words remain.
