An enchanted word that has burned itself upon my memory An enigmatic upward twist as if the flesh will crumble if completely moved Words linger in the stillness; the void of light the cling to any and all Confessions left in the vacant mouth Delicate sensations desperately seeking shelter and foraging meaning in the heart An open gaze filled with white that the moon is envious of such brilliance A poem poorly written, typed by fingers that yearn for what once was and will never be A living color dripping the eyes and the soul An all consuming loss that swallows me as if I were a prescription to make it feel better A regret of the person I was A regret that person lacked the strength to hold you up; to hold me up A pity-filled boy in a mans clothing A regret planted by the seed of sorrow and nurtured by the lack of action A silent dirge is playing to the tune of sobs and weeps Embraces of a time before only serve to make it worse A kiss of melancholy A kiss by the seductive recollections before all went wrong Caresses from the time when you held my misery at bay just being in your presence When will this ancient beast be done with its torment? How can I have the teeth stop making me remember? All the clocks, but mine still tick Grasping at the sweet strength long desired Senses stop making sense in the place of Lack There Of Gnawing at lungs with each inhale When will this trip be over? When will I stop tripping head over heels for you? When will Father Time tell me Your time is over?
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 03:50:59 +0000
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