Just say what you say, In the worst way.
All I see around me is the blue bitter cold, but I have you to hold.

You started to shake with regret.
You’ve never fallen so far. Pull at my hair, you fall from grace, you lose your faith.

Eyes darkened with regret.
Lip blue with the cold.
Hair matted with your blood, feet covered in mud.

Your death was just the start, your burial was the end.
So dont pretend, open your eyes to the sky.
Pray that you can at least, see me coming

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.