The darkness swells,
rushing relentlessly over me.
Pushing, breaking, leveling
everything I once held true.
The illusion breaks
my world splits in two
To the one after I met you.
The madness descends
Waiting like a vulture
To pick my wary bones.
The shallow grave beckons.
Resonating to the call of the emptiness
borrowing deeply in my soul.
I'm crawling,
Always searching,
to find my way
back to you.
I can't connect,
the wall is up.
Isolated and talking to angels.
I talk to angels
Can you hear me?
Crying, screaming,
calling your name.
I pull the covers down
over the torment.
No one wishes to know
My name.
Can you tell me my name?
I seemed to have lost it.
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Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.