final

The spirit is gone, the life has ended.

What was, now final, darkened space left in my heart.

I seek the joy, you once shared.

Remembered enthusiasm, not your dead frown.

NaPoWriMo challenge: Words buried in words. Think about the words buried in your own name. Plug your name into an anagram generator, and try writing a self-portrait poem using words that are generated. 

   I only found one anagram from my shortened name and one from my full name. They are both used in this poem. They were both very sad phrases, so the very sad slice-of-life poem.