eh, not much to say. I wrote this like three months ago. but I still like it in a weird way.

Seeing the horizon I can't help but stare,

Sitting by myself knowing you're no longer there,

You're more like a spirit that patienly follows,

Helping me chew what all needs to be swallowed,

With a plate sky high you calmy start to say,

You have to do it yourself it's the only way,

When my jaw gets sore and I start to lose hope,

Just the sound of your voice surely helps me cope,

A familiar voice from a once upon a time,

Who always cared for me through evil and benign,

I've taken on more than I surely could handle,

Like up the creek without a paddle,

As long as I know my guardian is true,

I can conquer anything thrown by my own demons too.