One

How far can you go
on a full tank of gas
in the blinding snow
a head in the past

a funeral for friends
for a close family
a road that has one end
by a pond of lilies

under trees that cover
everything in gross shade
confusion in a foggy slumber
tragedy has given you spades

a face so common
but yet so far away
white house on a green lawn
swings in the wind sway

I have my dark cloud
I have my bitter memories
a conscious that's way to loud
too many memories.