Dead

She’s a ghost in a sea of purple
staring up at waterfalls.
wasted and forgotten
desperately she calls
I taste her tears inside me
her voices still softly sings
oh she must be silenced
her song pollutes my dreams.
At war the sides divided
the spoils scattered in my soul
Theres not room to hold her
and still hope to be whole.
Sometimes I feel her fighting
I hear her anguished cries
she’s the longing and the aching
her pain hides in my eyes.
Dead she is becoming
cedar walls entomb
her memory holds no value
the fires tongue consumes.
I choke the life from her memory
she’s damaged beyond repair
no way to reconcile the gap
and awake to find me there.