Resting Place

Blankly gazing into the sky
No sign of vision in his eye
Nothing registers to the mind
A soul that has become blind

Devoid of hope, left only failed dreams
When was found nothing is as seems
Slow progress as the hill is climbed
Known path are still walked as if blind

He finds the resting place of past loss
Gently lays treats that he used to toss
Tears or sorry that have long been shed
Vision of those lost once more fill his head

Cleaning the site of debris and weeds defiling
Recalling memories of those there lying
Friends and charges he was to protect
They were not lost through his neglect

Each were friends, all worthy and true
Their existence he would never undo
Still these resting places are wounds deep
Essence though, that is not for Earth to keep

Respects paid in love as promised and due
To special ones, ever faithful and true
A chapter of life far more bitter than sweet
Such a debt, paid for the privilege to meet

Gone of flesh, and having life far too short
In a world that should be their royal court
Spirits that freely lifted spirits and hearts
Shorted in life to only passing parts

Unjust were their bodies were slain
Elevating their spirits to their next plane
He moves on with memory restored from fade
Within the void that is the life now made

Crawling through the hill now more free
Visualizing as he had wanted all to be
But those dreams were now in the past
One more that which aside was cast

Only haunts of the mind, those dreams shed
Hopes every one lost and left more dead
Than any of the charges left in repose
Losses that remands the mind to throes

All the world blending into the haze
While the mind stumbles lost in a maze
Feeling stripped of all that could last
All reality had vanished so fast