To Whom It May Concern

Day by day
his letters grow shorter
while at home your mind
slowly decays with insanity.
Your stomach
begins twisting and turning
like a child on his first day of school.
Your eyes burns with a fury
every time you see the mailman
slowly ease up to your dented box.
Your blood stops flowing
when you realize he's delivering
your insanity personally.
As he hands you you're off white envelope.
You remember your son so far away
fighting for every free breath you take.
You open your fate
and drop in tears as you read
"To whom it may concern".

Reviews

[Legion]

Not a letter anyone should recieve. Ever. Good write.