Gone to sadness

Gone pushing up daisies.
​​​​​​one fallen down and blown in the wind. 

Concern is the essence of the dust. 
Covers the left here  like pompey. 

The leftover touch of saddened, cold and drained, embalmed  . 

Gone through the generations. 

Gone away from the remains of the bad moments I had with your sharpness. 

Sadness gone now that bygones are bygones. 

And can't hear the  repetitive, negative from a ghost I hope.

reputation will not proceed any further or anyone. 

No one can fill your shoes. 

For the  second hands of the imprint of loss and those who have not given a toss. 

I will lay to ashes your bad actions towards life. 

Sadness stains so bad. 
The life you should have had. 

​​​​​​You where always on my mind, or in nightmares. 

Go 
Be gone.