twistedshadowCT ShadowBombers FoundernWo's blog: "POEMS"

You killed yourself and didn't think of me. I can't blame you for that, and yet I do, For now your pain becomes my legacy. What agony impelled you not to be? I loved you-wasn't that enough for you? You killed yourself and didn't think of me, Nor saw through my eyes what you made me see, Nor cared about my life when yours was through. And now your pain becomes my legacy, And I must fight to keep my sanity, For what you did defines what must be true: You killed yourself and didn't think of me. I cannot think you did it selfishly; So great a sacrifice leaves nothing due. But now your pain becomes my legacy, And I must sail across that bitter sea That leaves no trace of joy or residue. You killed yourself and didn't think of me, So now your pain becomes my legacy.

I feel as though my heart must stop with pain. I miss you so, the darkness will not pale. My darling brother, come to me again. I know you cannot come, and still I strain To put my arms around you through the veil. I feel as though my heart must stop with pain. Other lives and loves call me in vain. I try to turn away from you and fail. My darling brother, come to me again. You are my unendurable refrain. Back and back I hurry to impale My heart on you, to stop my heart with pain. Yet nothing that I do undoes the plain Brutal fact which always must prevail. Ah, my darling, come to me again! You are both my sunshine and my rain, My dearest joy, my anguish, and my grail. I feel as though my heart must stop with pain. My darling brother, come to me again.

Death is nothing but a moment's rest Until the Second Coming of the Lord When He shall gather to Him of the best To take them to the place of their reward. I've felt the power of Jesus in my soul Shining like a golden sun within, Melting my hard heart to make me whole, Burning out the remnants of my sin. I've felt Him work within me, so I know The glory that will come when I awake. I'll sleep just like a child who'll homeward go, And in my dreams of love great pleasure take. So do not mourn my death, and do not grieve. The Lord will come for me: This I believe.