I woke up in a strange place.
I was driven to distraction by disgrace.
I was stirred by the unrecognisable voice of an unrecognisable face.
Something wasn't quite right.
Something left a strange taste.
I was struck by what was said.
I was suddenly concussed...
Someone close was dead,
and euphoria dwelled in my already swelling head.
He had a lot to live for...
He was a man with everything.
I found it hard to believe but reality shocked my limbs
and my heart bled for him.
I was overcome with disbelief,
overwhelmed by grief,
still, i was too proud.
For some time now my head had been in the clouds.
There were no tears,
only stubborn resistance
where flowers gathered in what seemed like hopeless rememberance.
A sad reminder of the all too real repercussions of gross negligence.
I woke up in the same place,
one year to the day.
I recalled the smile on his face
and suddenly forgot my worries and pain
where the eternal flame and graffiti remember his name.