Antony Three

Since you've passed away, nothing left to do, but each night pray, laugh in hurried tones, my face like a whirlpool, hate to be alone, submerged in every way, my blues still surround you, scream no other way, you never did moan, even if you wanted to, gardens need to grow, walls are turning grey, they say I’ll always lose, even on the make, acting like a drone, not saying what isn’t true, I carry bags of stones, my eyes shine like jays, they wonder what I’ve done, lying by the drains, will find out soon enough.