I haven't cried yet Which worries me How can you live Through such fear-induced worry Without a tear?   Maybe I really am broken -Kel Dayheart


At the last You held my hand And whispered words of comfort Through the tears Kept me strong Held me strong At the last   Now My hands clasp one another With words falling short Tears stream through grasping breath For you are not here To keep me strong Now -Kel Dayheart

A Tired Sadness

I seem to have no energy As I laze about and whine About what I have no control over Those around get annoyed and drift Until my cries are not heard And the real tears begin -Kel Dayheart

In Attendance

In attendance. Though no role is called Every seat is filled And many more continue to trickle in   In the front. Heads are down Without a single eye Trained upon the speaker Still respect is shown no question   In the back. There is a whisper Followed by a sniffle Silence still prevails in... Continue Reading →

No Mourners

An earth-shattering sounds Catches their attention As I lie here Unseen, unheard Dying quietly, without remembrance -Kel Dayheart

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