Silence...

This is about him leaving.

The silence,
Like a shroud,
Covering every sound.
He left me, he left us.
Without him it's all just dust.

The silence...
Our ignorant, cold masks.
A great writer gone.
He says its done.

I keep his memory,
Even if it's wrong.
I love him like a brother.

His enormous talent,
His lion heart,
His kindness,
He gave me all,
And I couldn't give him anything,
Anything that could meet the value,
Or even come close to it.

Danny, you will always live in my heart.

Reviews

[A writer]

Why did he leave? He is the best poet and greatest, truest, best friend.

[Creator]

Even after only a very short time, I can say, if anyone deserves a poem, then he does. Now, for now, this poem speaks about the greatest poet, and no other poem can match it's value.

[Creator]

Well, I can say, you made a great poem, reminds me of his poetry. It's a shame that his talent is not shining in the dark, empty space left here. This site is empty, alien. Without him, that young, burning star, this site is crap. I still don't know why he left.