Silent Hill: Dismember The Days

Poem 8: James, The Widower With A Fear

I saw your eyes. The sting would not withdraw.

I heard your sorrow. The depression will never subside.

I touched what you regretfully saw.

The day your wife died…

I felt your fever. The fire was fierce.

I gave away your smile. The joy was not a craft.

I bled what your sword could not pierce.

The day your wife laughed…

I danced like wild berries. And the town called you for me.

I healed the cut. It creamed like a diplomatic tear.

I wrote with an accursed pen all of your fated history.

I loved you, James, the widower with a fear.

END: POEM EIGHT

Maria's feelings towards James. It was the only thing I could realize about him because simply trying to create his reason for Silent Hill for was too generic for me. I tried, but it all sounded rehearsed and cheesy. This is a better view on him.