All in Vain

He rests in a vessel on Amy’s shelf

She longed to keep him to herself

She brought him home to keep him near

Held him tight and shed her tears

Photos propped against the vase

She created for his resting place

He sits there collecting dust

Holding necklaces is a plus

Linda took her life beneath the moon

His future then was also doomed

Sobriety bothered him the most

Haunted by her accusing ghost

Left behind with so much guilt

Hopes and dreams quickly wilt

He took drugs to kill the pain

A waste of life and all in vain

Poem copyright protected and the property of Victoria Ramsey.

Not to be used without permission.

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