A Tortured Fate

In my dreams I see your face standing bold and true, perplexing at life's loneliness trying to break through. The jewel like gaze in your eyes hits me with a stare, caught in the stillness of times decay, frozen and sincere. This photographic prison, tormented by your fate, bewildered by the distain of life never to be regained. How could this be, this dream, this fear, tortured in my mind, echoing a thousand times caught in shear demise. You fade away and break your gaze taken by the mist. Your print of life stained my heart, always to be missed.