Category: creative writing
Gone
It suddenly goes away somehow
All my love
It goes
For good
Forever
I
Oblivion
I could drift away to oblivion
But I don’t want to
I’ll stay and watch
Last
Sleep
Closed eyes
Drifting to oblivion
Reason
Give me
A reason
I’ll sleep
In peace
Heart of my heart
In the heart of my heart
Buried deep, so deep
Lies a tiny little chest of scars
Locked forever to sleep
“Wake”, said the pounding
Of my heart so weak
“Wake”, said my being
Ever so bleak
The little chest quivered
And began to queak
Same, different
Even after a million times
It’s the same
But always different.
Today
Today I sit weary
Tired of my past
Tired of my all
Reminiscing the darkness
That consumed my being