Lonely grave
Forgotten sorrows
Those lost dreams of yesterday
Never shall see the light of day
He shall love no more
Hate no more
No more flowers to say goodbye
No more tears to say we still love you
Life holds the hand of death
As I gaze at this epitaph
And wonder why not my life
Instead of yours
Now, I walk through the days
As though I were not here
But somewhere far from life
Alone in the world
Aimless, looking for pleasure
In vain
Wonderful paintings glow on the horizon
I struggle but cannot reach the glory
I am a ghost. Unnoticed. Untouched.
Unmoved. Wandering forever
Traveling in circles. Emotionless
Weary like the grave
I stand in front of
The lonely grave of yesterday

In Loving Memory of
Jason W. Smith
1975~1992

Jason and Cat