8 May 2012
There are places where I wander,
And they're made only for me.
Those beautiful green fields,
Those trees as high as can be.
Yet something remains just missing.
Even as I reach my lake.
A puzzle piece is gone.
One that no one should ever take.
I won't ever see it again,
Nor can it be replaced.
But forever this place is tainted.
It's beauty laid to waste.
Waste • Opuss № I