Just One More Minute

the hurt like a faded tattered ghostly face
reflecting from a half stain frame of art
roaming in a broken down palace..
a place..once upon a time known as a heart
hands held high
silently..
screams wail
with all the questioning of why
bowed spirit with wounded faith
still palming the strength to deattach
that mending mortal tie
but still with a heavy sigh, a million tears in one's eye
the pain rushes through..in remembering
the ones we love that are no longer here..
BUT never will they die...