I had not noticed that you had started to whisper,
Is your voice parched from screaming at me?
I am trying now
It’s a promise
You are still so far away whilst I clutch
Empty handed and bitter at the fact
That I had forgotten about you
Neglected your eloquence
Disregarded your beauty
I have so much to express
My feelings blur and I writhe in unfelt pain
The world is harder and everything confusing
Do Not Abandon Me
I’ll do whatever to make you stay
Yet with every bleeding testimony I give
Your life force fades from my thoughts
Your creativity slips to forgotten memories
Your heart wisp’s piece by piece from my soul
How do I thoroughly write my suffering’s
I am not sure I even fully comprehend
All I know is that my words are slipping
My short life as a writer will end
And I fear the ink is running low
The silky flow of my words will be dead
Is this happening to You?
For the sandy beach that was once my joy of words
Has blown away and left a pointed and useles trench.
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