Feeling like death will grab you

Something Made me feel sad

I wanna search for the feeling

The layers of sensation that is tangible like a ghost sigh

The layers of a person that complicates

The layers of nature that swirls amongst the humans that dare to trample it

I don't want to write about you

When you threw me away so easily

I don't want to think even when my brain just cannot

Stop

I just wanna talk

And talk about the death

Yes, death

That seems to be pulling at me

Like a slow fly-rod

Teasing in the bright blue stream

Along the rocks

Waiting for me to grab the hook

Will the shock wipe me from oblivion?

Will I pass over

Will I pass through the mist?

I do feel sad

I thought I would search this feeling

But instead

Death grabs at me

Why do I trust love when it is so unprepared for me?

This poem is unfinished

Like how you left us.