I feel empty inside my head
for the words left un-said
now it can be told of the missing time
that remain between the cracks
left by the shadows slowly
fading upon darken walls
long ago before most of you
was missed this is true
only a handful of you remember
the old days of memories
that are in total rewind
slowing down to drink the wine
that was then...this is now
am counting the days of old
until there is no more
what then will I become?
is this my swan song
or shall I remain in place
should I get up again
and dance once more
what do you say my friends!
By `caddman (https://www.deviantart.com/caddman)
My dear friends, I presume this is the last journal in our de