Ghosts of the Day

I awake
She's there
I reach out
But theres wall
Clearer than glass
Yet unbreakable
I watch 
Her leave
Something rips inside of me
It bucks to be free
Making me arch
And bow
I look up 
Crimson drops falling
Shining like stars
The dark
Crowds the corners 
Waiting for there turn
Like students in line
He remembers his daughter
So big now
He’s alone
Dying
The black has swarmed
Stabbing
Piercing his soul
Leaving him 
Black 
And
Gone