It's Heaven without you.
My life.
Bright, colourful, warm, sufficient.
An endless, aimless, fruitless existence,
my whims and wishes laid at my feet,
just one word and everything's mine.
My world; calm, quiet, white.
You.
You are burning fire,
dark, red, and oh God, painful.
Every step a test, a punishment,
Every cell in my body lit up and awake.
Fighting for my life with all I have,
My world; chaos, fiery, red.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetrySonnets, couplets, free style. Just my outlet in all forms of poetic expression.
