Gone
Who the hell are you?
to tell me what I can and cannot do.
You are an enigma in itself
you will never figure yourself out.
Simply because you do not want to,
and you are nothing
but a lost rock in the sand,
burried under all the grains
where one and none will ever find you,
you are just as gone
as the broken sea shells that wash a shore
where as they wash away soon after,
you are gone, and non existent.
This poem is about:
My family