I'm beginning to think
These memories
Are made up stories
Screaming nightmares
Streaming agony
And holding back
Not telling you
Is making me let go again
Forget again
But I can't
I can't
Not now
Not again
I won't forget again
I won't let go again
These cockroaches
Flood from my mouth
To the page
To your brain
And they die there
Where
You never let them go
And the pain cascades
In silver linings
That have all turned grey
We may be together
Sooner than you think
VOUS LISEZ
Poems of Death
Poésie***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
