No.1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 08, 2012

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I fell deep,

as deep as he once did.

Emotionally as well as ...

Words cannot even begin to explain.

I yearned, I sighed, I moaned.

Who knew a single touch would satisfy so much,

but yet leave with the wanting of so much more.

I remember the days but I hate knowing,

knowing that inside me is the ability to feel.

It is unlike food.

Naturally impossible.

You cannot be defecated.

Could it be the insects fluttering within my entrails?

Or is it my immobilizing fear

of speaking to the grey atmosphere,

Imagining that you are still the tourniquet that keeps me alive.

"Stop!", my mind screams, "I cannot breath"

but my heart desires more,

the sweet, oh so sweet taste of your deadly

grasp around me.

These wounds,

I'll never forget.

But apparently you have,

And yet I feel closer than ever.

These haunting thoughts growing more and more,

pertrubing the waters on which my ship floats.

I fall deep.

I fall ... fall ... fall ... into nothing.

nothing at all.


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