Bring Me To Life

86 0 0

Memories,

From last eternity,

Spill to now.

My faith begins to waver.

Thoughts of past,

Begin to manifest,

Infecting the pure goodness.

When all is gone,

What can I have left?

Nothing.

Not even you.

The thought scares me.

Alone,

Alone,

Alone and cold.

Oh so cold.

Bring me the flame,

Warm me again,

Or leave me to parish,

Parish among the thorns.

Last Wish, My Poem CollectionRead this story for FREE!