Remains

In between pages of a diary peeps a half capped pen, 

As if the writer had left in a hurry, it forgotten.

Thoughts it recorded of a mind senseless

Words it spewed as venom most poisonous. 

Harsh, condemning those left behind, 

For not doing more to help, to be kind.

24 years of love, of bonding, of joy, all erased

Because that 1 person was the one who strayed? 

Parents, family, friends all who you encouraged, 

All you heard were taunts, where none were, as you raged.

Love comes in all forms, and joy is around sorrow's roundabout,

You knew this, said this often, but under duress you forgot.

But when unhappy, one is wont to say

"It is my way or the highway".

But not this one way street, not this pain,

Not this end, not just this memory of you to remain.

27 Feb 2015

- Self-Explanatory.