As I fall
There's no one there to catch me.
As I breathe
The air seems cold and stale.
As I blink
I feel I've missed something.
As I listen
All I hear is defending silence.
As I watch
No-one appears out of the mist.
The mist that surrounds me.
The mist that surrounds my life.
Now you're gone.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
They say you never know, What you have until it's gone, You'll leave my life so suddenly, And I will feel so wrong.
Where do people go When they leave this place.
The clouds rumble Change. Rain in torrents Pain.
Your empty room Now devoid of all That was you Spaces where your Personality used to be Patches on the wall From your posters Dusty corners All you left behind When you packed Your cardboard...
(I see alot of poems out there written from the perspective of a mourning somebody who's lost a close person. Well, how do you think the Dead person feels...?) To breathe again, What would I give.
The day was dark As were your eyes Watching our cold breathe Freeze and crystallize In the summer When it grows warm again Will you live again. But for now just lay down and rest your weary head.
I am in Bletchley, dressed all in black As the bell tolls softly in the distance Past hushed clusters of drifting blackbirds, Flying South, Ashes become dust And a dull silence hangs deadened...
To produce nothing but withdrawn faith,. On that once wild, now withered day. Allows us time,. So sweet, so true, so unbelieving. What have we survived, conquered and ultimately overcome.
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